The thinly-sown cornfield is parched

The thinly-sown cornfield is parched

Since after the harsh frosts it has already felt

the warm light of spring and the teeth of the plough

And is exhausted after the impact of last year's storms.

Let me now have a fruitful bath, a refreshing drink,

From your naked breast a shock of flowers

The odours of your tousled hair

Your breath, your tears, your mouth's dampness.