1. The meadow folded not with fragrance imbued,
Nor glory outspread in the skies have I viewed,

2. But to rehearse all the virtues in you,
Of that day of renown and your nature and hue.

3. Sweet your bracelets that memories awake,
And your starry black eyes the narcissus bespeak,

4. Ambergris wafting from hyacinth hair
And a hand fair as jasmine, unblemished and rare.

5. You've given me heights to which glory aspires,
As your beautiful necklace enhances your fires.