1. With eyelids sick and eyebrows beckoning
In glances, warning and temptation dwelling

2. With arched brows, a noon, and with coquetry
A lam, while moles and dimples are a taa

3. The stature like a branch; but for the brow’s nobility
It would have, if not walking tall, bent and swayed

4. What secrets do the soft folds hide!
What tales and news for narrators to relay!

5. After my life has lost its verdant grace,
My tears turn red the cheeks’ white robe to stain

6. The closing lids relay an aching heart’s distress.
How can the sick at heart bear dedication?