О, дня минувшего туманные виденья...

O, what pleasure’s to meet thy intriguing eyes!
Watching them seeking way to where my body shivers...
And the coquettish flash, where the disaster hides,
For a while makes me lost in thy baffling ethers

Nay, I wouldn’t deny, and the challenge begins!
Playing smiles and sights I’m creating the victim
Of her own magic splendorous ecstatic sins
That I mirror to her, and she’s feeling like sixteen

Red are cheeks, eyes admire, lost are the words...
Aye, her heart is on fire! While my place is cold...
Then farewell... like the one that attract on the streets
She becomes just a smile on the tips of my lips...