Contemplate, how it blooms
Is this the princess I encounter!
Gems overwhelms around her neck vestures
Steps mincing and moderate
Soft in vigour, slow in pace
Gentle and modest on view
No marks abysmal but heavenward
Mounting her glance to the horizon.

Ah! an enchantress arrives
Body a fume of dwelling flowers
An infinite Diana for mortals
Gibbous centers her jubilant
With her glowing cheeks
Trifles the first bloom Rose
With the first rays mild touch
Wow! a majestic sight indeed.

Her eyes emits illuminate power
Nor luminous alike subsists
To resemble her vigour
The sparkling sight from Lotus eyes
I prithee, Virgin the Lotus be
Almighty’s view she exposed, a dream
Another world to be architect
For this Enchantress.

Thy hair engaged to thine hip
Tresses so delightful and charming
Cradles thou the sea
A minstrel’s lyrics escort thy tresses
Occurring wave on a sea
That lulls to eternity:
Where shall I quarter my princess?
Because her foot so light to me.

Linen, apparel muffles her figure
Flutters like swans’ feather
But she flies mildly
And mildly towards the end
Celestial light she emits
Snail’s nor the Moon but Sun
Heaven surmounts to the sublime
With her mighty light.

With pensive mood my shutting bud, opened
But owe the vision dull
Vague my thoughts has turned;
Deceived eyes of mortals
Hurrying my glance to the horizon
A huge blueness leads
Nor any vision of my Princess
Dwell, but only flying crows.

I turned towards my rose plant
And noticed the flower in full
A step ahead to the bloom
Monotonously advanced my right
But ah! a drop of blood
That debut from my finger-tip
No enchantress I touch but thorns that penetrate,
leaving behind my weary heart unto grief.