The latticed arbour tenderly
hides our joy which the rose tree
fans and colours with pleasant air;
the languid fragrance of the rose,
thanks to the summer breeze that blows,
blends with the perfume that she wears;
her eyes' promise has been kept:
she is fearless and the favours
of her lips are exquisite fevers;
Love having sated all, except
Hunger -- sherbets and preserves
kept intact our bodies' curves
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