1. She is delicate, living a life of luxury
Yet life became difficult and her dwelling confined

2. She barely touches the ground except beneath her
As her dress trails along the ground, rumpled

3. She steps on silk but does not honor it
Dragging her train over it as it flows behind

4. Her tresses are like threads she dons
After donning her own locks first

5. Then she sighs over her attributes
Like a dune that has collapsed and scattered

6. The scent of ambergris and musk is upon her
Her complexion like an old ambergris pod

7. Sleep to her is but a child's dinner
An age that takes her like intoxication

8. And the morning overpowers her and her vigor
The roots have worn through the inert day

9. If her thighs were pressed, the scent of musk would flow
She is the saltiest of creatures when undressed

10. Apart from her chemise and necklaces upon her
You would think the sun was unveiled from within her robes

11. Each time a sun sets or becomes concealed
You left me neither alive nor

12. Dead, having met death and been buried
People ask, does he suffer from fever

13. Or is he just lovesick and hiding it
She is my disease and my cure lies with her

14. She withheld it, so it has become severe and painful
If my brothers were to kill me because of her

15. The seeker among them would gain and succeed
I am not with people who mention her

16. Verdant branches calling to barren wood