2020.11.21.
Love song
To the most graceful onewithout doubt
I sing a cheerful
love song,
since the pure woman
I love
waves and bids me a charming 'Have thanks.'
Alas, my heart is sick
with love!
She inspires my love
with her words of thanks!
She greets me with her smiles,
attracts me with kisses,
so that I am thrilled with joy from the bottom of my heart.
As bright as the violets
on a sunlit meadow
is the blue sparkling
of my delight's eyes.
Her little mouth
blooms fresh and round
like an unfolding rosebud wet with dew.
Her cheeks are of
a rosy hue
not even an angel has,
Heaven knows!
If only I
could keep sitting
next to the praised one until I die.