Dancing-girl

Sister of sisters, weaver of purple cloth!

Last night's revelry turns your cheeks pale...

Dance! Let the sharp rythms loosen

Your ribbons.

Slender vase, moving and supple frieze,

Dance, dance, palms held towards us,

Feet close together, receding like those naked wings

That Eros cuts out.

Be one of the many flowers swaying a little,

Be the scarf offered on a whim,

Be the chaste lamp, the odd flame.

Be the thought!

Dance, dance to the song of my hollowed-out flute,

Sister of Sisters divine,... sweatiness sliding,

Pointless kissing along your smooth thighs...

Vain dancing-girl!