To each his own

Aninka danced

in front of us in the grass

a fast tune,

how pretty she was!

With her eyes

cast down,

the calm maid --

made me wild!

Then a button popped off,

from her jacket,

a little gold button;

I picked it up -

and wondered

what it meant for me,

but I gloated,

what a boon,

as if to say:

mine is the jacket

and who wears it,

mine is the maiden,

the button is yours!