How beautiful is the Princess Salome to-night ! She has a strange look . She is like a little princess who wears a yellow veil , and whose feet are of silver . She is like a princess who has little white doves for feet . You would fancy she was dancing . How beautiful is the Princess Salome to-night ! She is very beautiful to-night . How pale the Princess is ! Never have I seen her so pale . She is like the shadow of a white rose in a mirror of silver . The Princess has hidden her face behind her fan ! Her little white hands are fluttering like doves that fly to their dove-cots . They are like white butterflies . They are just like white butterflies . The Princess rises ! She is leaving the table ! She looks very troubled . Ah , she is coming this way . Yes , she is coming towards us . How pale she is ! Never have I seen her so pale . She is like a dove that has strayed .... She is like a narcissus trembling in the wind .... She is like a silver flower . You have just left the feast , Princess ? Will you be seated , Princess ? Is it your pleasure that I bid them bring your litter , Princess ? The night is fair in the garden . Pardon me , Princess , but if you do not return some misfortune may happen . Princess , it were better to return . Suffer me to lead you in . Would it not be better to return to the banquet ? I fear him not , Princess ; there is no man I fear . But the Tetrarch has formally forbidden that any man should raise the cover of this well . Princess , I cannot , I cannot . Let the prophet come forth .... The Princess Salome desires to see him . She has a strange look ! She is like a little princess , whose eyes are eyes of amber . Through the clouds of muslin she is smiling like a little princess . You can never tell , Princess . Oh , no , Princess . Do not stay here , Princess , I beseech you . Do not stay here , Princess . I pray you do not stay here . No , no , Princess . Princess ! Princess ! Princess ! Princess ! Princess ! Princess , I beseech thee to go within . Princess , Princess , thou who art like a garden of myrrh , thou who art the dove of all doves , look not at this man , look not at him ! Do not speak such words to him . I cannot suffer them .... Princess , Princess , do not speak these things . Ah !