My lips are full of my secret kiss upon your neck.
You are with another, whom I hate; whom I like well for himself, but hate because he possesses you ...
Your possessor is old and ugly;
He can not love you as I can.
I can pour out for you the scented treasures of my young love.
Dear night of hope, when you gave me the whispered promise to come to me ...
Stealthy was I and cunning.
Friendly and attentive was I to your old lover (if lover he may be called, who is almost incapable of love).
And, all the time, I was scheming for you.
When the old man was away for an instant—