1. I see robes, beautifully folded,
Calling me to see you wearing them in glory.

2. You took them off and stepped out of them,
As if to fold up all the beauty you bear.

3. Their hems struggled at the top
With your body in combat.

4. Eyes watch you in them
As if you wore the hearts of men.

5. When could I ever count your virtues in words?
I would sooner count the grains of sand.

6. Yet in them, and in you, there is a lack:
You are their limit in perfection.