1. Goddess? or peafowl rare? she whose ears rich jewels wear, Is she a maid of human Kind? All wildered is my mind !
2. She of the beaming eyes, To my rash look her glance replies, As if the matchless goddess' hand Led forth an armed band.
3. Death's form I formerly knew not; but now 'Tis plain to me ; He comes in lovely maiden's guise,with soul-subduing eyes.
4. In sweet simplicity, A woman's gracious form hath she; But yet those eyes,that drink my life, Are with the form at strife!
5. The light that on me gleams, Is it death's dart? or eye's bright beams? Or fawn's shy glance? All three appear In form of maiden here.
6. If creul eye-brow's bow, Unbent, would veil those glances now; The shafts that would this trembling heart, Her eyes no more would dart.
7. As veil o' er angry eyes Of raging elephant that lies, The silken cincture's folds invest This maiden's painting breast.
8. Ah! woe is me! my might, That awed my foemen in the fight, By lustre of that beaming brow Borne down, lies broken now!
9.Like tender fawn's her eye; Clothed on is she with modesty; What added beauty can be lent ; By alien ornament?
10. The palm- tree's fragnant wine, To those who taste yields joys divine; But love hath rare felicity For those that only see!