Только встречу улыбку твою
                                                                              Или взгляд уловлю твой отрадный, -
                                                                                                                                    Не тебе песнь любви я пою,
                                                                                                                                                                             А твоей красоте ненаглядной.

                                                                                                                                    Про певца по зарям говорят,
                                                                                                                                                                             Будто розу влюбленною трелью
                                                                                                                                                                   Восхвалять неумолчно он рад
                                                                                                                                Над душистой ее колыбелью.

                                                                             Но безмолвствует, пышна-чиста,
                                                                                                                Молодая владычица сада:
                                                                                                                                                       Только песне нужна красота,
                                                                                                                                                                                                        Красоте же и песен не надо.