As the soft harmony of thy accent thrills me;
A ravishment that all my soul entrances
Is in thy glances.
Upon thy breast would I, the world forgetting,
My happy fortunes with the gods’ be setting.
The goal of all my eagerness, love-drunken,
In thee is sunken.
Love brings Leander to a sweet undoing;
It plunges [illegible[[12]]] into ruin.
The fairest lot that heart has ever treasured