To her all other maidens bow
Carried away by her control of beauty.
Oh what an exceptional being, made from the purest of all.
Her entrance sends the white balls on a compulsory mission.
This must have cost the creator a fortune
What a perfect shape she's got.
The purest of all, she stands out in the midst of all.
What an heaven sent…
You must have been fashioned on a weekend
What a patiently carved image of the Most High
Definitely made after his likeness, and for me!
All give it up for the Damsel…
Pleasing is the fragrance of your perfumes,
A precious flower in the midst of thorns.
No wonder the maidens love you
Take me away princess of beauty.
Like a lily among thorns is my unknown Damsel among maidens
Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest
Oh, what a being she is.
An exceptional being.
Has another angel sneaked out of heaven?
Where does this Damsel come from?
This must have cost the creator a fortune
Kudos to the perfect carver…
A beauty to behold
A three square meal for the eyes
What a product of the creator
A perfectly carved image, woo!
Spotless! Spotless! ! Spotless! ! !
The sun dares not disrespect her
Her fragrance, enough to quench my hunger
What a damsel, the maidens give her a bow.
This must be made for me
Sure, the porter had me in mind
What a packaged honor
My Jewel..When will I behold my Damsel?
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