That man to me seems closer to the gods, than I could ever be

  the man who sits opposite you
          and close by listens
            to your sweet voice

         and your enticing laughter—
           that indeed has stirred up the heart in my breast.
            For whenever I look at you even briefly
            I can no longer say a single thing,
            my tongue is frozen in silence;
      
         instantly a delicate flame runs beneath my skin;
            with my eyes I see nothing;
            my ears hear no noise.
            A cold sweat covers me,
            trembling seizes my body,
            and I am greener than the grass.

            Lacking but little of death do I seem.