Sweetest of all girls,
sung of by even the nymphs,
hones dripping down your golden lips,
leaving a sweet trail below your feet.
O sweetest of all girls,
golden-shimmering skin in candlelight,
the fire of your soul could light the darkest night,
your dance more fierce than any battle.
O sweetest woman of all,
let me feel your raging breath,
bend down to me and kiss me with your poison lips,
before you send me to my final dream.
