In a ardent glitter of contempt,

you have on me your haughty sight.

Meanwhile, my sharp and surprised glance

finds in your body sweet attractive.

The beautiful does me well, I adore it, unhurt.

In front of it I become expansive,

be it in a being to the fatuity tied,

be it in a wise: To the beautiful I enslave myself.

I love the beauty and I feel pleasure to look at her —

in an empress, in a shepherdess,

in a child or in a concubine.

It doesn't bore me that haughtiness, lady,

because I only see you as brazen Pandora