1. A magic in those eyes pierces the heart, or a sting
A softness in that body touches gently, or pricks

2. Smooth is that waist, or dark has it become
Forever swaying the heart of her lover, shaking

3. A girl robed with beauty, the finest dress
Her charms upon it shaped like embroidery

4. The branch offered its supple form to her
As if drunk with glory the branch it did caress

5. The earth's skin grows tender where her scent spreads
In her footsteps the dust turns soft and fresh

6. She sways as she walks in the chill of youth
Her waist rising, her hips settling without rush

7. Her glance struck the heart of a young man
No chant will help the stricken, no amulet

8. Long he was struck dumb and pale
If he tried to speak, it was in gesture and sign

9. Had she deigned to grant him her slightest union
That poor soul would have been sated by a wink