Like a languid madame...

[посвящение знакомой девушке на день рождения]

Like a languid madame under marmelade sky
In coquettish fatigue leaned against branchy tree,
Motley bubbles she's blowing and letting them fly,
While watching light-hearted how they burst in the high,
Touching archly her bonnet, fondled, giving (in) to bre'th -
Under marmelade sky reclining the nymph...

Hair ringlets in curling with the tangerine air
In dark rivulets flowing to her sensible bosom,
And in ravishment motionless of parlourmaid fair
Thousand eyens of wishful looking out from their lair,
Which invisible are in her violet blossom,
Ruby grass at her feet trembling catly in awesome...

As she's resting beneath the infinity sky
Like a languid madame leaned against spreading elm,
In the noon soft and mild she is wishing to fly
Like this bubbles which laugh in the rainbow high,
And together they burst, oh, so cravingly well
While she's finding herself in amorous realm...