1. She slapped the violets in the garden with lilac branches
And I was pained at the gathering of parting

2. As if when her slaps grew intense
There was musk on her cheek atop a rose

3. She laughed and I wept. She said "Don't be scared
Of me, beyond what ails you, O brother of passion

4. If my fingers were turned to candles
They would not hurt you with burning