Translated from the French of Guillaume du Nord, 03 January 2004, by Phillip A. Ellis.
Fair maiden of mine heart,
your beauty shames the stars,
your charms have puissant art,
enough to conquer Mars
and vanquish any haars
such mystic powers are thine;
fair lamia of mine,
your kisses are as wine.
No mortal maiden art
my maid, greater than shahs,
whose kiss makes my heart start
or swim in joy as gars.
Her kisses banish scars,
such is her power fine;
fair lamia of mine,
your kisses are as wine.
Though morning time we part,
I need no silly blahs,
but kisses, heart to heart;
I need no priests nor Fras,
I need no wines in jars,
but mystic kisses fine.
Fair lamia of mine,
your kisses are as wine.