These are my beloved's eyes, How beautiful, how gentle and how beautiful! Not so precious to mortals The sweet fruits of the golden season. Through them the joy spilled Become the fields of delicious pleasure. In soft and tender zephyrs this entire region is bathed. Come, beautiful eyes, come, and finally, bringing beautiful gifts from the face of my good, Give relief to the evil that I am groaning. CLM YOU ARE VERY SPECIALā¦ š„°