White cat, white cat, oh smooth-sided one,
Sleek in the sun.
Oh scented flower of the apple tree,
Oh eye of apple-green,
If I were a wild duck I would fly in search of you;
To be by your side I would make my bed among sharp thorns.
Like the full moon on fresh snow, paper-white are you;
Me, I am gray, and I would walk through fire
To be with you.