1. He who knew the magic of words to enchant the beholder,
And molded beneath the coating two pearls of ivory,

2. And who erected the rod of the myrtle standing tall,
Upon a dune of buttocks fluttering to and fro,

3. And brought out the full moon from the dewiness of her cheek,
Illuminating in the wing of the dark night,

4. By God, that waist never attained such flexion,
Nor that cheek such beauty and radiance,

5. A sun moving from the insides of one who seduced
People with her planets and mansions,

6. So do not ask how many she captivated and how many she killed
On the day of separation, but ask about the survivors,