I am the tulip, a flower of Holland;
And such is my beauty, that the Flemish miser
Pay one of my onions more expensively than a diamond,
If my funds(collections) are very pure, if I am straight(right) and big.
My air is feudal, and, as Yolande
In his(her,its) skirt with long folds enriched amply,
I carry(wear) blazons painted on my garment,
Mouths fasc of money(silver), yet(now) with purple in band(strip).
The divine gardener took off of the fingers
Beams(Shelves) of the sun and the purple of kings
To make me a dress for soft and fine weft.
No flower of the garden equals my magnificence,
But the nature, regrettably! Did not pay(pour) smell
In my chalice made as a vase of China.
