Oh, her beauty- the tender maid
Its brilliance gives light like lamps
to one travelling in the dark.
She is a pearl hidden in a shell of hair as black as jet,
A pearl for which Thought dives
and remains unceasingly in the deeps of that ocean.
He who looks upon her deems her
to be a gazelle of the sand-hills,
because of her shapely neck
and the loveliness of her gestures.