Sparrow, the special delight of my girl, br whom often she teases and holds on her lap br and pokes with the tip of her finger, provoking br counterattacks with your mordant beak, br whenever my luminous love desires br something or other, innocuous fun, br a bit of escape, I suppose, from her pain, br a moment of peace from her turbulent passion, br I wish I could play like she does with you br and lighten the cares of my sorrowful soul. br It thrills me as much as the nimble girl br in the story was thrilled by the gilded apple br that finally uncinched her virginal gown.