You are so handsome that I can't take my eye off you,
is that my crime?
The bird that cries beholding the moon doesn't bother the moon.
I watch the flower's gradual unfolding, but the flower
doesn't mind
Nor does the cloud when the admiring bird circles round it.
The sun-flower knows it will never get the sun, and yet
undismay'd
It watches its sovereign, it is content just watching
I've got the gift of vision so that I may see you,
you beautiful being
Let this wish of mine be realized, my dearest one.