פרופ' אהוד שפירא
מתוך תחרות S-Factor 2017
See where she sits,
and in what comely wise, drops tears
Drops tears more fair than others' eyes!
Ah, charming maid, let not ill Fortune see
Th' attire thy sorrow wears
Nor know the beauty of thy tears
For she'll still come to dress herself
As stars reflect on waters, so I spy
In ev'ry drop (me thinks) her eye.
The baby, which lives there, and always
In that illustrious sphere
Like a Narcissus does appear
Whilst in his flood the lovely boy did
Ne'er yet did I behold so glorious weather
As this sunshine and rain together
Pray heav'n her forehead, that pure hill
(For some such fountain we must find
To waters of so fair a kind)
Melt not, to feed that beauteous stream
Ah! mighty Love, that it were inward heat
Which made this precious limbeck sweat!
But what, alas, ah, what does it avail
That she weeps tears so wond'rous cold
As scarce the ass's hoof can hold
So cold, that I admire they fall not hail.