1. With cheeks like roses pink upon cream skin
And lips like cherries over petals soft

2. With brows like crescent moons that gently arc
And straight nose like a sword in sheath aloft

3. A gazelle whose glance both kills and vivifies
Whether close or distant, my heart is lost

4. For him my hair turned grey, my feelings tossed
Between jest and earnest, longing and pain crossed