The Song of the Girls Collecting Mastic

O joy of my soul,

joy of my heart,

treasure which is so dear to me,

joy of my soul and heart,

you whom I love ardently,

you are more handsome than an angel.

O when you appear,

angel so sweet,

Before our eyes,

Like a fine, blond angel,

under the bright sun,

Alas! all of our poor hearts sigh!