1. With a bright letter, sweet as honey,
Filled as if with treasuries of musk,

2. Sealed on all sides, its dress exuding
Aromatic oils and camphor of India;

3. Shifting in hue from the green of its leaves
To their yellow, between saffron and snow.

4. Long have I lingered on its lofty lines
Glimpsed only from afar, beyond my reach,

5. Sweeter than yearning, happier than attainment,
More delightful than a lover come to wed.