CXXV SONG
Mitchell S. (Mitchell Starrett) Buck translation
THE first gave me a collar, a collar of pearls, worth a city with its palaces and its temples, and its treasures and its slaves.
The second made verses for me. He said that my tresses were black as those of the night and my eyes blue as those of the morning.
The third was so beautiful that his mother could not embrace him without reddening. He put his hands upon my knees and his lips upon my naked foot.
Thou, thou hast told me nothing, thou hast given me nothing, for thou art poor. And thou art not beautiful, but it is thee I love.