Owe sunbeam your petals' radiance Forever it makes you blossom And whilst a man gives his furtive glance At you, may you grant it bosom Then by your reciprocity You will gain even more beauty Be proud of the place that you took Atop the many thorns and leaves Pity those who stay at the nook For a rule of this world believes That a timid heart does not gain Adulation and joy but pain Catch the teardrops shed from heaven Though they hurt your delicate face Dews on it will have arisen By the time heaven finds its grace As sunbeam returns, you will see Crystals on your face add more glee To the rose in the neat garden: Your scent and look delight me most Oh! You must have come from Eden Your splendor will never be lost But all I said would be a lie If pretty lady bade good-bye