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.