1. She mounts her steed unrestrained, like rose buds tightly packed,
In the morning heading forth, breasts swaying as she trots,

2. With ten gentle swayings, anklets jingling as she walks,
She obeyed and surrendered, O Sovereign Lady.

3. Nothing but gifts and generosity,
Until they gathered closely quarrelling,

4. With calumny and betrayal from the guards,
Disturbing the breast of the slumbering dovecote,

5. So she fell from the back of the litter,
Without exaltation or prayer,

6. As if opposed to the riders.