Bring on my palm a twin cranes
I’ll give you love, fragrant kiss,
With wizardly game, moonbeam will fall down
From your eyes
Give me dense evening, I’ll affix a full moon
On your temple, Goddess of rocky wings
Will fly away from your heart, as if the streams
Of love flow down from the stairs of Louvre
Give me transparent sky, all the costly French perfumes
Of the shopping malls of the City
Will be sprinkle down your body
Which you’ll not feel
I’ll take up from the damaged youthfulness
A container full of yearning for you. Your white pairs of feet
Will be smeared with Alta
And will engage in the game of fire.