Make me, please, his good portrait,
Please, the artist, I need.
Time flows like fast water –
And I loose all my wit.
I entreat you to draw him,
To make only a sketch:
In the night-dream I saw him,
But I wonna to catch.
I’m unable to catch him,
I’m unable to meet,
But I do want to watch him,
Draw a face of my sweet.
I shall take than the palette,
I shall only look through –
And with force of your talent
This my dream will come true.