I like it so much, my dear,
To see how your skin shimmers,
The skin of your lovely body,
Swaying with graceful tremors.
Deep within your hair,
With tangy fragrances near,
The sea is full of breeze here and there,
With waves of blue so clear.
Like a boat beginning to wake
In the morning air,
My dreaming soul starts to make
For a distant, sacred sky fair.
Your eyes, where neither
Sweetness nor bitterness can be seen,
Are two pearls where together
Gold and black iron gleam.
Walk with grace, let me gaze,
You’re beautiful, carefree in your art,
A dancing serpent, I’d say,
On a wand, a dancer’s heart.
Under the weight of laziness
Your childish head so fair
Sways with a touch of weariness
Like a tiny elephant there.
You leap and glide, slender and bright,
Like a ship of feathered sail,
That glides on water, calm in light,
Drifting softly on each pale wave.
Like a mighty spring, so grand,
When glaciers start to melt,
When water from your mouth and hand
Flows through your teeth — heartfelt.
It feels as though I drink wine,
Of victory and sorrow’s hue,
A sky of mingled liquids fine
That fills my heart with stars anew.
