You are tall, a body all charming
Whose shadow is at your feet among the roses
From which your hands pluck the leaves in dreaming;
The sweet flower, petal by petal, behaves as
Butterflies light and slow,
The stem little by little is blown away from its rose
And the flute tunes itself to the echo in the wind.

You are beautiful, all a face that smiles,
From your clear eyes which make you sweet
To your mouth
Where the smile in its grace [aches]
Like hope
Which, lip to lip, joins and touches
The lips of sadness, who smiles at him in his mirror.
The flute falls silent with the wind in the depths of evening.

You are beautiful, all your life and your days
Which, one by one, come toward you
Leading love,
Naked in his robe of gold and wool,
With his flask and his crown;
With your roses he will mix his heavy ears of wheat,
And, step by step, [your] hand in [his],
You will go toward the dawn, and in the serene night
Where, with the wind, my vain flute is broken,
You will hear,
One by one, beneath the roses and the cypresses,
The fountains singing in the shade.