O, my matchless rose! your beauty
God's hands and mind created
makes me a spiritual lover.
But your fertile flesh
maddens my mind to crave
for physical pursuits.
You have the things elegant
to marvel and flight my wings
and unsurfeiting amorous glances
to tumble me down in rapture.
God alone can retrieve me
from the surging waves of joy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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