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.