13th century

Blue-eyed, gleaming, is your face,
with dark-ridged eyes over it
fair-branching, slender is your hand
I owe a poem that does not lie

Pure, wholesome, yellow hair,
a vine of curls around your head
round, thin-fingered, pure palm,
O firm- well-shaped foot

O curled, ridged yellow hair,
Mary of slender brows
give me no other judge
but the welcome of your heart

Let us feast to your shapely figure
-swift, mighty - side by side
Accept my best poems and songs
bright-languid, noble, decorous one

No woman but you in my home
its mistress may you be
False women and all the wealth I see
none of mine will pay them heed

Turn toward me your sole and palm
and your brown hair in beauty,
Your keen green young round eye
-may I fall in feast on your moist locks!