Shall I never see such a bejeweled rose again
Peony, ancient king of flowers, rejoice
Your maiden heavenly clothed in alabaster white
What have I done to earn such eternal blessing
Pray, tell me, your lips drip like honey from a beecomb
And I, your faithful worker bee
Glory is done upon you
The sun withers and fades away in comparison to your loveliness
Such iridescent light
Blind me, for I hath no complaints
My Rosemary
Is my everlasting
Joy