[I wish I were her Nubian maid]

(Boy)

I wish I were her Nubian maid,

        her attendant in secret,

                as she brings her a bowl of mandragoras.

It is in her hand,

        while she gives pleasure.

In other words:

she would grant me

        the hue of her whole body.

(Boy)

I wish I were the laundryman

        of my beloved's clothes,

                for even just a month!

I would be strengthened

        by grasping the garments

                that touch her body.

For I would be washing out the moringa oils

        that are in her kerchief.

Then I'd rub my body

        with her castoff garments,

                and she ...

O how I would be in joy and delight,

        my body vigorous!

(Boy)

I wish I were her little signet ring,

        the keeper of her finger!

I would see her love

        each and every day,

And I would steal her heart.

Albert Schnyder