Sol 5.6

  1. I fell in love with a fly who took possession of my heart.

    For her, deep in my breast, this passion for a fly is no jest.

  2. When she sings or smiles with grace,

    how the doves and bubbles blush for shame!

  3. Her supple waist is like a bān-tree bough, now

    set swaying by the east wind over the hills.

  4. And a beauty mark, green as emerald—

    they spoke truly: my fly is an emerald.

Sol 5.6