When I walk
When I walk alone in the street
People stop and stare at me
And everyone looks at my beauty,
Looks at me
From head to foot.
And then I relish the sly yearning
Which escapes from their eyes
And which is able to perceive
My most hidden beauties.
Thus the scent of desire is all around me,
And it makes me happy!
And you who know, who remember and yearn,
You shrink from me?
I know it very well:
You do not want to express your anguish,
I know so well that you do not want to express it
but you feel as if you are dying!