"Your company is no less"

I am not that late, I am not that swift

I just follow you, on the path you creep.

Ecstasies bloom in red, like the red of your lips

See the horizon far away, what a smile it gives!

Valleys are fertile if stunning are the hills

Like the charm your undulating voice peals.

What a beauty, what a grace of your face

Oh dear! your company, for me, is no less