My lady
The way your wings flutter is enchanting
They reflect gorgeously in the water
What deeds did you do to get this magic?
(Sworn to herself) O dear!
Some auspicious moment made you so disfigured
You are unrecognizable and demonic
You are so short
You are unseen
You whelp with no mouth
You dare stop me to say
You want me?
Would such shorties ever get the rights to touch us?
My lovely one
Look at your own body
Curvaceous, lithe,
As an hourglass
I cannot bear my life of misery
I can live only by your sparks
(My, this creature!)
One hell of a creeper
You do not know how to approach women
In high evening
You come to me and immediately
Ask me for my place
Have you had
Any other women?
My lady,
Your legs are taller
Than your arms
Your face an owl
Huge pupils and
Beak curved
Hear me out
If I sit on your back
And you flutter your wings
Your glitter will tickle me in odd places
Why, you're cruel.
Scram, you good-for-nothing subhuman
As creepers only hang on the tree's branches,
There are humans who'd love to hold their hunches
Close to their bodies
Yet, you ask for us without any directions, intruder.
What is so wrong with us, you son of a bush
Is a pixie a big abomination than a cake made of raw meat?
But I'm in love with you
(He confessed, going after her)
O, look at my heart
Dillying and dallying at the pixie
You sit like an obese raccoon
You stand like a creepy tortoise
We are not for you
We have told you
Yet you follow us
Look, he walks like Sindri
Where is your Brokkr?
Yes, the goddess of love with a harp
Look at her!
Come with me
Let us find joy
You in me, me in you
Come let us ask and tell
The parts we shall touch
I swear by the feet of the Almighty
All right, O gentle one
I regret my sayings
I will give up this mockery
But I do not want this crowd in the city
Mocking us and screaming when we do it
'O look at them bonding! Leaping like two imps togethers'
O wise one of unbeaten jewels
Let us get away from this palace
To the lake of wild lotuses we go
Come let us be close
And finish the unfinished
Then we will be like a gob of slime in a bowl
Made in a city by shopkeepers
And storied in a jar
Let us go