When one is young and pretty,
How is it possible not to know it?
To start with, the young girl asks her mirror
Would it like to teach her better?
The simplest only has to read
In an eye brilliant with hope.
A day comes when the innocent one,
On this subject is knowledgeable:
It's enough to hear what a tender voice says.

Take pity, beautiful inhuman one, on my pain!
Either my martyrdom must end, or I will die!
But of this delirium, the best course is to laugh.
Yes, one should laugh at this delirium.
Beautiful birds, with rich plumage
One knows your song,
And certainly the wisest course is to flee all servitude.
When one is young and pretty,
There is no choice but to know it well,
To start with, the young girl asks her mirror.
Would it like to teach her better?
The simplest has only to read
In an eye brilliant with hope.