If I had such hands, such forearms,
Forearms like ones of a giant,
I would fold them, put them down on my lap,
I would sit as calm as quiet sigh, as rock that's silent.
If I had such wings that could fly,
And would carry me around,
Without moment's hesitation
I would rip them off and throw to winds, wild and unbound.
If I had such eyes that could see
Everything, not knowing any limits,
I would close them tightly-tightly,
And would sit in quiet, swaying my head slowly, losing count of minutes.
If you would burst out in laughter,
Your braids playing with the wind gust,
I would fly and follow echo,
Chasing wondrous voice with wild thrust, with divine lust.