Like a black wing I laid my hair across your knees.
Closing your eyes you breathe its scent, saying to me then:
Do you sleep on moss-covered rocks?
Do you tie your braids with willow branches?
Is the clover your pillow? Is your hair is so dark
Because perhaps in it you have squeezed out
the dark, thick juice of wild blackberries?

What a fresh and strange fragrance surrounds you!
You smell like brooks, like the earth and the jungle.
What perfume do you use? And laughing I tell you:
None, none!
I love you and I am young, I smell of the spring.

This smell that you feel is of firm flesh,
Of clear cheeks and of new blood.
I love you and I am young, and that is why I have
The same smells as the spring!