Green are the fields,
Lemon-colored:
So are the eyes
Of my heart.
Field, that you extend
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Sheep, which in it
You have pasture,
You maintain yourself with herbs
That brings summer,
And I remember §as
From my heart.
Cattle that you feed
With contentment,
Your food
You will not understand;
This is what you eat
They are not herbs, no:
They are graces of the eyes
Of my heart.