1. Perhaps the sailor visited, and perhaps
I sipped from the lips the beloved drink

2. And when she gathered her waist, revealing her bosom
I touched with my palms the rouged apples

3. And kissed the pomegranates of her breasts, and perhaps
I bit the coral of her reddened lips

4. And how often in passion when we shed our veils
I nibbled on the apples of her cheek