1. He leaned his spear against her fair thigh
And darkness fell upon the bright morning

2. His stature is perfect and his glance mischievous
With my blood like the habits of a handsome black-eyed man

3. Our youth has flowed purely through his body
Water of adolescence, unpressed

4. And I see the blackness of mischief in him wearing the garments of charm
The beautiful wrapped in the den of the bald eagle

5. And there appeared to the rose water on his carpets
What the gardens have in the pouring rain

6. And there peeked beneath the pillows with smiles
A treasure hidden in red agate

7. So I knew when I plunged into the sea of passion
That the pillows were from oceans of jewels

8. You still reach the enemy with eloquence
Your gaze fixed where the pulpit stands

9. You smelled them the fragrance of doves with embers
Your spears were like that ember

10. And you have spread from your two hands ten blades
In war, no, in peace, ten seas