When she appeared, swaying, she softened Youth and Coquetry.
My love, her beauty enticed us (together); I (would) sacrifice myself for her; is there (a possibility of) a connection?
She adumbrated with her gander; captured us in gardens between the shadows.
A twig was charmed, when she sang her fantasy, and bent (in infatuation).
My menace, O my fuddle, I have no one to compassionate my grievance,
with love, of agony, other than the owner of Beauty.
My love, her beauty enticed us (together); I (would) sacrifice myself for her; is there (a possibility of) a connection?
She adumbrated with her gander; captured us in gardens between the shadows.
A twig was charmed, when she sang her fantasy, and bent (in infatuation).
My menace, O my fuddle, I have no one to compassionate my grievance,
with love, of agony, other than the owner of Beauty.
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