I wear you in the soul, like a precious vessel,
Like a secluded treasure with seals,
I wear you in the body, in the heavy and white breasts,
How does her seed bear her seed.
I remember you, like a holy hymn,
An old song with eastern rays.
And my neck, invaluable brass,
The warm grip of your dear arm.
I take you secretly, like a dream,
In the high night sky I shut you down.
I wear you, the light dawn light,
How flowers wear their fragrance.
I wear you on my lips, like a full honeycomb.
A golden fig tree,
I wear you in arms, thin horbots,
Carefully laid cord, wired.
How does the flower bear the apricot,
I deeply wear you in my body and in my dream.
