Eyes ravished with rapture¹, celestially² panting, what passionate³ bosoms⁴ aflaming withfire Drink deep of the hush⁵ of the hyacinth heavens that glimmer⁶ around them in fountains of light； O wild and entrancing the strain of keen music that cleaveth the stars like a wail⁷ of desire, And beautiful dancers with houri-like faces bewitch the voluptuous⁸ watches of night.

    The scents⁹ of red roses and sandalwood flutter and die in the maze¹⁰ of their gem-tangled hair, And smiles are entwining like magical serpents the poppies of lips that are opiate- sweet； Their glittering garments of purple are burn- ing like tremulous dawns in the quiver- ing air, And exquisite¹¹, subtle and slow are the tinkle¹² and tread of their rhythmical¹³, slumber- soft feet. Now silent, now singing and swaying and swing- ing, like blossoms that bend to the breezes or showers, Now wantonly winding¹⁴, they flash, now they falter¹⁵, and, lingering, languish¹⁶ in radiant choir¹⁷； Their jewel-girt arms and warm, wavering, lily- long fingers enchant¹⁸ through melodious¹⁹ hours, Eyes ravished with rapture, celestially pant- ing, what passionate bosoms aflaming with fire！