From day when every make must flee, Ah, when he first appeared to me, My heart was shaken to its core, I'd never felt like this before. I trembled, languishing with terror and with glee, In truth he must a sorcerer be. When he appeared I lost my head, First I was white and then turned red. At last he put his hand in mine, No words described that touch divine. I tried to speak to him but nothing came to me, In truth he must a sorcerer be. He led me through the bushes here, Trying to flee I could not stir. He seated me, he sat himself, He spoke, I could not speak myself. His eyes transfixing me, my will was no more free, In truth he must a sorcerer be. Inflamed he clasped me in his arms, How to describe my sweet alarms? I sobbed, my body all aflame, When, look at me, my mother came. O gods, I dread to think what almost came to me, Surrounded by such sorcery.