O woman,
With the firm hard teeth of yours,
How dainty chew the grass.
With the dilute herbal ink,
I'll paint your face entirely,
To arouse you,
And then we can play secretly in the bushes.
Look,
The bellflowers here shake their heads,
And the gentians yonder wiggle their arms.
O I'll press you to my bosom in firm embrace.
You, on your part, must pin me down with all your strength.
And let us go to the meadows where there are no signs of people,
And play our own serpentine game.
O I'll caress you and wind myself all around you,
And smear the green juice on your lovely skin, all over.