Truly, you must be a goddess,
Because whenever I’m near you,
My eyes find themselves averted,
Despite what they might want to do.

What divine voluptuousness
Makes my eyes fear the luscious view.
They don’t want to seem perverted;
Though thy form they long to pursue.

All Aphrodite’s loveliness,
Ceres’ fertility, and two
Siren’s couldn’t be converted
Into one powerful as you.