Thou repose or thou art anxious,
does not matter when she dances;
lending color spray of light,
steals thy breath while dazing sight.

A symphony of nymphs intoxicates thy hearing;
fulfills forgotten desires and in no time disappearing.
Driblets of marvels pour minds as gargantuan waves;
it charms the ranger so for eternity he craves.

For more they now plead;
now their mind is filled with greed;
now for her do they bleed;
nothing but her now they need.

They all died from madness.
Her teasing is pernicious.
They all fell dead addicted.
Her dance, she has already devoted...