Fragment #21

#21

Remember my beauty when I was young

You were as if by a bee strongly stung

I need no pity, let the garlands be hung

                                      Trembling I behold

Let the festive spirit come forth hither

My silken flesh by now old age withered

Flower spreads are my covers, hand me my zither

                                      Flies in pursuit, bold

Dancing in trances, frolicking in merriment

Wildly chanting, every noble comes out of her tent

Golden goblets of wine taking, a jovial event

                                      Sing to us, mysteries unfold

I was the one with violets in her lap

You were mostly trying hard to unwrap

My gown goes astray, my headpiece, my strap

                                      Silently you appear in gold