1. The abode of love, so the antelope reign
And passion's fervor makes its horsemen vain

2. When the does of intimacy turn their eyes
The pigeons coo and the warrior's sword is plain

3. As if the glances of the white eggs flutter
Between the breasts, Indian white and dark gazelle

4. They appeared, and never has my soul known dawns
Whose risings were so gently bright and well

5. Until I saw the pavilions of the tribe raised up
And the crowns were lowered over their cheeks' parallel

6. They camped in the vales of ardent fever and went far
So we have naught but the breezes of morn that tell