You are for me in the world the beloved flower

and of enchatments the life perfumes me.

My life in yours is completed.

You are fulgent light in my life in fogs.

You are talkative and small, and, so, discreet,

they are for you fugacious, like foams,

the sound aspect and the vilest pen.

It is that from cradle to life now you erect.

Meanwhile, I live for your life,

all affection for me — dear

as the sun is wanted by the East.

Be to my love always devoted

and in my heart be the note

the brightest, clearest and most singing.