Ah! flower not to be touched, Ah! flower of transparent secrets, Ah! flower of boleros,

I give you two gardenias in love Standing in the garden after the Fall. Look here, look at me, with your eyes

Of whorls, bend down your lined Eyes, stems of spring green. Cure me of this long sickness

This mark of Cain I wear, A burning coal between my eyes, Touch me, touch me before winter

Snows with your snowy hands. How I seek to drown in the rain- Drop of your fragrance!

Ah! flower of absences, Here are two gardenias In love.