Have kissed thy velvet skin to deeper lustre
And given thine almond eyes
A look more calm and wise
Than any we pale Westerners can muster,
Alas! my mean intelligence affords
No clue to grasp the meaning of the words
Which vehemently from thy larynx leap.
How is it that the liquid language runs?
"Nai—soring—trîf—erwonbi— aster—ferish—îp."
E'en so, methinks, did CLEOPATRA WOO