Two very short poems from the Carmina Burana

Here are two of my favourites, perfect in their simplicity.

Stetit puella

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

Stetit puella,    tamquam rosula;
facie splenduit,    os eius floruit.
Eia!

A girl stood in a red dress;
if anyone touched her, the tunic rustled.
Ahhh!

A girl stood, like a rose;
Her face shone, her mouth bloomed.
Ahhh!


Dulcissime

Dulcissime,
totam tibi subdo me!

Oh my sweetest,
I give myself completely to you.