1. My soul I'd sacrifice for a beauty I saw
As if she were a pearl, so pure

2. I saw her reading in a notebook
Preoccupied with it, oblivious to me

3. So I said, woe to the world that suffers
For her, and pages live revived

4. If only I were that page
Or a word, or a dot thereon

5. That I might touch her soft hand
Or inhale her sagacious breath