In your beauty I see reflected
The luminous wonder of Aphrodite
As the moon shining on a pond
Shows the glory of the sun
For if I am awed by your beauty
You who have been barely brushed by the goddess,
How much more awe-inspiring must she be?
If you have been blessed with a mote from her powder-box
And that is all I need to transfix me,
The goddess herself would leave me struck dumb and blind in awe
I will content myself with mortal beauty
For the immortal would consume me utterly
And leave no sense or tongue to sing her praise.