1. Faces of poppies appear and vanish
On stems they sway weakly upon

2. You see them like maidens with trailing gowns
Upon them the dew of plants dripping

3. The cheeks vied with red in beauty
They did not err in the slightest

4. When they rise you see lanterns lit
Jars brimming full with pure wine

5. When the wind stirs them they nod
To kiss the cheeks alive and gentle

6. The flowers of the meadow marvel at them
When they bloom, blossoming beautifully

7. Their buds do not cease laughing
Nor do their narcissi avert their gaze

8. Their lilies do not stop pricking their ears
With dried pomades and powders

9. I refused, I do not cease wishing for them
How could it be right for me to refrain?