Translation:Adriana

Double virginité Corps où rien n'est immonde Ame où rien n'est impure.

VICTOR HUGO, Feuilles d'automne.

Noble like the adored candor Of the immortal Florentine poet, Crown of immaculate forehead The golden hair That over her shoulder floats in blonde curls, The gaze lost in space Like in the beautiful whole That of he who contemplates her charms.

There is infinite light that reflects In the blue of her divine eyes Like that of clean sapphire in glass. An expression of serene majesty Of virginial shame and chastitity Veils the grace of her red lips, And she's at the same time a mysterious charm, A fire, a murmur, a trembling, and a song!

Her voice has the harmonious notes Of that of the bird that in its soft nest Of its inability to fly complains, Full of smoothness, full of calm Her tender word always leaves A trail of pearls in the soul.

She has the delicate translucence Of the wet leaves of the lily And not the slightest mark on her conscience And not the slightest shadow on her pupils.

It's an enchanting meeting Of the sweetest things life contains With the rose rays of daybreak Made, from the air in blue veils, With that which is most delicate on Earth and that which is most delicate in the Heavens! Adriana