If she that worked with stains of red,
specks all speckled on her head
did blow the leaves for me to find
to fill with lust the heart and mind.
If she who toys with limbs and veins
approaches me with locks and chains,
immersed in sweat these hands would be
as she'd demand eternity.
Two bands of gold the world would weigh
and night would burn and turn to day;
I'd gain it all and lose my life
if she who calls became my wife