1. He has from the sickness of the sands an ailing eye,
And from the freshness of sweet basil, greenness of complexion,

2. And from the bloom of apples, a rosy cheek,
And from the bend of beautiful writing, the arch of an eyebrow,

3. And from the softness of branches, a slender shape and stature,
And from the blackness of ink, the darkness of eyelashes,

4. And from everything souls desire and crave,
A share - though no complainer has a share in him.