The Song of the Jasmine

Come to me and mourn not, I am the jasmine

My stars are whiter than silver on the blue noon of air.

I come from the breast of God to the breasts of women,

And am an ornament for black hair.

Use wine with me, and your friend's laughter shall shine more white.

I am here when I am not here,

So sweet am I.

My tint attests the camphor,

My name detects the error of despair.

I am white joy, my lords.