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.