"Stetit puella..."

Stetit puella
rufa tunica;
si quis eam tetigit,
tunica crepuit.
Eia.

Stetit puella,
tamquam rosula;
facie splenduit,
os eius floruit.
Eia.
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A girl stood
in a red tunic;
if anyone touched it,
the tunic restled.
Eia!

A girl stood
like a little rose:
her face was radiant
and her mouth in bloom.
Eia!

(Carmina Burana)

[drawing from 2005]