I.

BEAUTIFUL AMBER.

You are the sweetest girl I have known here,

Neither orchids nor roses have your beauty;

Your gentle fragrance fills the atmosphere,

I have to love you, it's my joy, my duty.

You have a steadfast will, a will stronger

than rocks, and highest, deepest than the earth,

I'm lost in your brown eyes, I'm gleaming on her

translucent stairs: I found my death, my birth.

You, Amber, were my secret love till now,

I was looking for you, waking or sleeping,

and I never knew why, or where, or how,

But I had to find you, laughing or weeping.

Oh, your perfume from then until today

Is dearer than the fragrances of May.