1. She's densely stuffed but her skin is delicate,
Her pots are perfumed with rosewater.

2. Her sides are folded and unfolded,
As though from her sweet breath

3. She stole the scent of blossoms.
She came shimmering like sugar,

4. Yet free of scented oils.
The night gifted her its chill

5. And fertility granted her adornment.