This tenderness.. Where is it from?
These curls aren’t the first to smooth down
And lips – there were lips more crimson
Than yours that I’ve known thereof

The stars used to rise and go out,
This tenderness, where is it from? –
And just like the stars, the eyes near
Were dimming & shining ‘bove

Oh tenderness! – when I lay there
Reposing on lover’s shoulder
There used to be praisings better
Than these I heard from you once

From whence is this tenderness then?
And what should I do with it, boy,
My stranger, my cunning singer
With lashes the longest ones?