You are love personified
Without spot of wine or sin,
Freya combined with Venus,
Mercurial female Twin.

You are daytime in the night,
Orange-tinted dusk at dawn,
Pot full of Flemish poppies,
Azalea on the lawn.

When the time of myth returns
I shall be your unicorn
As you stand up to your breasts
In the truthful summer corn.

There's a place in the Pure Land
For Chonchita, Lut and me
Where the Japanese forests
Slope down to the wavy sea.

The trees are jade and amber,
The pavilions made of gold.
The clever monkeys clamber,
The children never grow old.

The Pure Land is not boring.
It's just like being in love
With the wonderful woman
Who sleeps in the room above.