Anonymous joy at the very first sight
My senses jumped out of their dormancy.
Among hundred hosts at the site,
To you attended o, my Pansy.

Closest to the ground, you are the sweetest,
Crowd’s favour doesn’t bother you.
Simplest in attire, you are the finest,
Happy with what God blessed you.

A sylvan charm you present me,
And soothe my fancy.
With rustic tongue you speak to me,
And softly sing o,my Nancy.

A midsummer rest amidst jaunty trips,
In you I found Nature’s solace.
And now my pleasure drips,
To bliss you my soul caress.