In her chest and in between her petals
What beauty and grace she spreads
Upon the surface of this world
She knows not like a cliff
What glory of height she exhibits
Like a deer
She runs frantically here and there
But she knows not
The source of fragrance is her naval
Honey knows not of its own
Ask a bee what sweetness it posses
And only a man knows
What depth of delight a woman gives
Her kindness is like an ocean
But ask not a woman
Like bottom she is shroud in darkness
And about herself she knows nothing.