1. And of perplexing moments you'd think it cheek
Imprisoned by the year of sleep, awakened,

2. And its whiteness paired with blondness they compared,
Beauty without match, so they became most similar,

3. Like necklaces of gold embossed above a face
Of smooth complexion with coquetry adorned,

4. And so is morning’s whiteness paired with blondness
As if with both at dawn it became well-matched,

5. And when flushing appeared on his cheeks
It was as if the red wine was in the goblet poured.