And they sang, one after the other:
“Thine eyes are like blue water-lilies without stalks, motionless upon the pools.”
“Mine eyes rest in the shadow of my lashes like deep lakes under dark branches.”
“Thy lips are two delicate flowers stained with the blood of a roe.”
“My lips are the edges of a burning wound.”
“Thy tongue is the bloody dagger that has made the wound of thy mouth.”
“My tongue is inlaid with precious stones. It is red with the sheen of my lips.”