Do you want to hear a dream? ...
Well, last night
I saw the fleeting breeze of the thicket
that when brushing against the clasp
of a lily that grew in the meadow
he recorded a "kiss" on her,
losing himself later swift and light
from the bower among the thick foliage.
This is my dream, all of it,
and if you understand it, you want, beautiful girl,
to join your lips in my lips,
and you will know who "he" is, and who "she" is.