1. For whom are the ruins, their contours barren?
The spirits and the rain have toyed with them,

2. And after their inhabitants they are empty,
Pilgrims passing through, eight or ten.

3. For smooth cheeks their down is clearly visible,
By the full moon of her face they break their fast at night.

4. Her scarf and robe are flawless,
Neither feeble, nor sullied, nor pale.

5. Saffron on her pillows,
By it the curves of her chest and throat grow radiant.

6. Jade and pearls in ordered strands as if afire -
Sea shells and coral and topaz.