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 platignum future
   Take my heart and care.