1. The nape of his neck is soft, embracing him is blissful
He resembles the full moon in its brightness

2. Heavy-thighed when he turns his walk tells
As though fettered in chains he steps on slippery ground

3. And when he comes it's as if eyes
Were pierced by his compelling gaze

4. To me he is ever fresh, ever new
The rest of creation to me is trite dregs