Song of love

Your hands are flowers of lân.

Your feet are two magnolia blossoms flowering white.

Your brows are like twin tulips

And your mouth is like a bead of coral red.

Your breasts like golden aples of Kinân.

Your perfume is like that of the spring.

Your voice is more seductive than is the song of the breezes

whispering in the bending willows.

And your breath is more perfumed than the breath

of magic incense now burning in the pagoda.

You are more lovely than the flow'ring almond tree glowing white in the moonshine.

All the flowers on earth and all the perfumes

all are for you, Beloved.

And when I dream of you I envy not the gods.