>>8237487I die of love for her, perfect in every way,
Lost in the strains of wafting music.
My eyes are fixed upon her delightful body
And I do not wonder at her beauty.
Her waist is a sapling, her face a moon,
And loveliness rolls off her rosy cheek
I die of love for you, but keep this secret:
The tie that binds us is an unbreakable rope.
How much time did your creation take, O angel?
So what! All I want is to sing your praises.