Beloved shores

Beloved shores where sometimes

my happy beloved wanders around streams

where she looks at herself when she decks with flowers her hair or her breast.

Clear fountains, where she bathes,

grasses in which she passes her footsteps,

You, with pity on a loving heart

Say you, what is my beloved doing?

Clear fountins, brooks, beloved beaches,

where she bathes, where she looks at herself, where she wanders about

say, say you...