RIMA XI

«I am fiery, I have dark hair,
I am the symbol of passion;
my soul is full of desires for pleasure.
Is it me you want?» «No; it is not you.»

«My face is pale; my tresses are golden;
I can offer you endless happiness;
I possess a wealth of tenderness
Is it me you want?» «No; it is not you.»

«I am an impossible dream,
an empty phantom of mist and light;
I am ethereal, I am intangible;
I cannot love you.» «Oh, yes; I want you!»