Nahandove

Nahandove, oh beautiful Nahandove!

The night bird has begun to sing,

the full moon shines overhead,

and the first dew is moistening my hair.

Now is the time: who can be delaying you?

Oh beautiful Nahandove!

The bed of leaves is ready;

I have strewn flowers and aromatic herbs;

it is worthy of your charms,

oh beautiful Nahandove!

She is coming. I recognise the rapid breathing

of someone walking quickly;

I hear the rustle of her skirt.

It is she, it is the beautiful Nahandove!

Catch your breath, my young sweetheart;

rest on my lap.

How enchanting your gaze is,

how lively and delightful the motion of your breast

as my hand presses it!

You smile, oh beautiful Nahandove!

Your kisses reach into my soul;

your caresses burn all my senses.

Stop or I will die!

Can one die of ecstasy?

Oh beautiful Nahandove!

Pleasure passes like lightning;

your sweet breathing becomes calmer,

your moist eyes close again,

your head droops,

and your raptures fade into weariness.

Never were you so beautiful,

oh beautiful Nahandove!

Now you are leaving, and I will languish in sadness and desires.

I will languish until sunset.

You will return this evening,

oh beautiful Nahandove!