He seems to me to be like the gods that man who sits opposite you 
and hears you sweetly speaking and pleasantly laughing, 
for me my heart flutters in my breast when I see you suddenly 
and it is impossible for me to speak, 
but my tongue sticks and at once a thin fire runs beneath my skin 
and my eyes see nothing and my ears roar, 
and sweat pours down me and trembling seizes me totally 
and I am greener than grass and I seem to myself little short of dead. 
but all is bearable, since even a poor man…