'Say, that the sense of feeling were bereft me,
And that I could not see, nor hear, nor touch,
And nothing but the very smell were left me,
Yet would my love to thee be still as much;
For from the stillitory of thy face excelling
Comes breath perfumed that breedeth love by smelling.
“即令听触离我去，
耳目不灵手不觉，
仍有闻嗅为我据，
奴之所念更盘踅；
安泰情郎面溢香，
吸之润肺沁心房”
