Afghan woman, deemed a princess    Born a true blue thoroughbred    Head a chiselled face of fables    Omen of no ill       Hills that spread around your chamber    Blooms that twine around your ears    Blossoms of the royalest texture angel of the years       Clad in sacks and scraps of linen    Living 'neath your waterwell    Praying that my youthy pauper's face    Will quench you well       Gazelle girl striding through your palace    Precious jewels nestle in your hair    Rameses born with platinum future    Take my heart and care.