Who art thou, who art thou, oh-who art thou?
With eyes as shiny and like seas blue,
and glittering smiles so deep and true.
Thy voice as flawless as the walls,
but sleek and charming as rainfalls.
With skin as bright and slender pearls,
and lips as sensuous as mortal worlds.
And with thy golden hair thou art pure and white
as thou lay t'ere tranquilly by my side.
Ah, touch and rub my hand against thine,
but all th' way keep me still in thy mind.
Wake my soul and heal its coldness,
but fill it with more loving tenderness!
Just like th' youthful soul of an old painting,
and th' playful pages of some crusted writing.
Or like th' old door and its generous windowsill,
capture my heart and send all my spines to shrills.
And stare just like t'at into my eyes,
with gazes so clear, sweet and wise.
But never ever hesitate my love,
just like gladness nurses and shelters its laughter,
and how springs yearn to taste long summers.
Ah, thy white skin so made of eternal shades
a symbol of youth t'at just never fades.
How canst, how canst thou be so comely?
And with thy grace thou art but too lovely
For my Eastern being to bear,
and my curious soul to share.
O thee, my Western, Western prince!
Make me all brave; lure and tease me
'Till I canst no more resist thee.
How could thou but slip and enthrall my songs-
whenst all whose tones hath just gone wrong!
Andst how could thou write my poem-
with its my coquettish, and girlish rhyme;
as if having in thy hand, endless wits and time!
Ah, I hopeth thou shalt always be with me,
and wert but born and sewn for me-
o, and always just for me, selfishly.
And at one bare noon lifts my love,
into thy hands and thy merry soul
becoming thy dream princess sole.
