Your lips are fairest among the daffodils
Your mouth shines bright, your teeth can be seen at night
No, they are pearls that you wear in the plaza
Sometimes your eyes are two stars that I wish to
I delight in the niceness of watching you.

Your arms are two stalks of sugar cane to taste,
And sparse your nails for which to catch a glimpse of
Your legs are stalks of barley, brown and lofty
I'd want you to find me, that is to know me
So the lavender scent exalts your presence.