1. With your pure radiant smile,
And the dark musk of your soft cheek,

2. And pomegranate red lips,
Adorned with traces of gentle bite,

3. Straight as a rod, yet bent with passion,
I fear their weight of jewelry.

4. You flirt, raising your eyebrows,
Like arrows released from a bow,

5. Lightning pierces through ranks,
Can the scent of fine musk be hidden?