You Dance so Lightly, Marquise

You dance

so lightly, Marquise,

that the passing breeze

could not weigh less.

The flower is without grace

beside you

and the soaring bird

envies you.

To my smitten heart, Marquise, you exude an intoxicating perfume

of amber and iris.

The fly that alights

each day

on your pink forehead

calls to love.

The trembling winter powders your black hair,

Flirtatious Marquise,

and from your great eyes

shoots a flame

that penetrates

your lover's soul.

As when they danced the gavotte together,

Colin said to Javotte,

"To you,

my faith!",

when we dance

in step

my heart

knows no fear

in repeating that I adore you.

My glance still says it.

So sweet

for you.

Close your fan, that hides

your peach-tinted complexion

and blue eyes from me.

And when I love you,

with crazy ardor

and supreme happiness

fill my heart:

you are too beautiful

and I too unhappy.

Be less cruel

and fulfill all my wishes.

See how we dance,

hand in hand.

Let us dance

in step to the marriage bed.

You dance

so lightly, Marquise,

that the passing breeze

could not weigh less.