Picking of flower of my desire
From any garden, anytime, if I could
Adorn your bun, your python bun;
Then you would see, Lila,
In your tender touch, the charmed
Tempting flowers would become
Upset; and with effusive hearts
In drunken compassion they would say,
They definitely would say,
‘No flower-vase could be nicer than your bun.’
Translated by the poet