1. A lovely one has let down her cloak,
Like the making of a skilled artist unraveling silk.

2. The Pleiades have inclined to the west, and the lightning is a wavering torch
In the hand of the darkness, and the wind is a spreading carpet.

3. Good news sways in a gilded mantle,
Agitated, dragging its train of moons.

4. It stamped white coins on the boughs,
And stretched out to you with it the fingers of branches.

5. So I fluttered about where rapture stumbled against me,
In the garment of a spring kept hidden.

6. And the earth reveals the faces of its beauties,
White, and looks with eyes of fountains.