1. A beautiful glance from his eyes is my demise
Formed of a light too glorious to describe

2. He has the eyes of a gazelle and the neck of an oryx
With roses on his cheeks waiting to be plucked

3. The charm of his cheek wrote with musk its line
Arrows of passion inviting to death

4. And he smiles with lips like the nectar
Of bees turned grey with the purest honey

5. As if the morning rising from his brow
The night pitched its darkest tents upon it