I smell the musk in the breeze and asked her,
If she has seen my beloved and caressed her cheeks,
While she was passing through.
The silver bells on her anklets tinkled in a melody,
While she ran, and I heard it in the distance.
The ripples chilled my heart with jubilation,
As she plunged into the blue waters, of the tiny river.
Did the tender trunk, of that small plant,
Leaning on my pulsating bosom, shiver?
Did the rosy lips, adorning the sign of my
Ardent love there, for a moment, quiver?
The stars blossomed in her stunning eyes;
Twilight blossomed on the cheeks, wet with coyness;
Nectar of the grapes dripped from the red soft lips; and
My name overflows abundantly in her honeyed words.
I can not delineate the delight in my heart
As I awaken in you, with all my sweet imagery.
It is not the five flowers, nor the radiance of
The gorgeous moon, which is desired;
But your adorable eyelids are Cupid’s dearest arrows….
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