With you,
My flower,
Who needs
To look
At the blossoms,
Or the tulips?
On your cheeks,
I see
Rare roses,
From paradise.
With you,
My fruit tree,
Who desires
For grapes,
Or for apples?
Your lips are
Strawberries, and
On your chest,
Pomegranates,
And grapes.
With you,
My Eden river,
Who wishes
To see
The torrents,
Or the streams?
Your eyes
Are my lakes,
My rivers,
And my brooks.
With you,
My pretty maiden,
Who thinks
Of houris,
Or mermaids?
In you, I see
Heavenly seas,
Sacred flowers
Divine fruits.