I enshroud myself in a new raiment today,
Engulfed in thy apparition of lasciviousness,
For I have found thee, hiding.

Thou shine as a myriad of treasures for display,
As though the shadows themselves undress,
Unveiling my figure for thy sighting.

Perhaps it is thou who found me,
Who hath awaken me from self-attaintment,
Who hath bequeathed me with the delicacy of flesh.

My regret immalleable overthrown, I am now free,
No more self-chiding shalt come to my availment,
No more burning thorns with which to mesh.

Please. Embrace my lifelike raiment,
Without it I am as frail as thou,
Caress me for as long as thou shine.

Green and fresh is my raiment,
It shan't wither, I shall not allow.
Caress me as though I am thine.

Caress me as though I am thine.