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I hold her hands and press her to my breast.

I try to fill my arms with her loveliness, to plunder her sweet smile with kisses, to drink her dark glances with my eyes.

Ah, but, where is it? Who can strain the blue from the sky?

I try to grasp the beauty, it eludes me, leaving only the body in my hands.

Baffled and weary I come back.

How can the body touch the flower which only the spirit may touch?

我握住她的手，把她抱紧在怀里。

我尝试用她的可爱来填满我的怀抱，用亲吻来掠夺她的甜笑，用双眼来吸饮她深黑的一瞥。

啊，但是，它在哪儿呢？谁能从天空滤出蔚蓝呢？

我尝试去抓住美；它避开我，只有躯体留在我的手中。

困惑而疲倦地，我回来了。

躯体怎么能触到那只有精神才能触到的花朵呢？