1. Her sweet breath seems an attainment of union,
And he who attains her is in blissful paradise.

2. The rose blooms on her cheek in the branch of her stature,
And joy lights up her smile.

3. It is as if listening to her words is an ailment
With the delight of repose and the chanting of melody.

4. She tells me secrets in the bend of my arm,
So my mouth hears the whisper of secrets from her mouth.

5. When the Pleiades packed away the night,
She holds in the hand of dawn a bouquet of stars.

6. You will find her curves torment, as though
She is scented with musk in sealed perfume.