Good day, my friend, a Knight, of heaven, blessed,
Ambassador for hope in weary hearts,
With Beauty, grace and charm inspire best,
The flame of Love which doth worlds joy impart,
What strikes thee, strokes thy mind, which wanton thought?
What words held captive on thy knowing tongue?
Dare ask I, in mutual rapport,
Please tell me truth that's begging to be sung,
Which glories have thee since last meet to tell,
Have you lived, felt love, have you had fun?
Have you conjured heaven, fathomed hell?
Through the world with joy have you gay run?
Where have you flown? Touched rainbows? Swooped past moon?
Stood on heavens stairs, seen up to God?
Danced with angels bright from morn to noon,
Sight sublime on which poets swoon, applaud,
Art forever friend, I see thine joy,
As you run dreaming, seizing fast the day,
And must I add as to dream of your thoughts coy,
I entertain without doubt all the way,
That your mind has much to tell to me,
So relax, and open up your mind,
Could I know the meaning, from one as sage as thee?
Enamoured of love, activity refined.