1. With cheeks aflame and breath sweet as musk -
Like embers clutched in a kindler's hand -

2. Her cheeks are dyed the hue God lends the rose,
As though a ripe pomegranate freshly split -

3. A lovely daughter of the vine, who comes
Only to stir delights and fellowship -

4. I plucked her, then neglected her; reproached,
If summoned now, she answers in dismay.