Her skin was dark and rich,
Like her voice,
And her smile was as dazzling as the sun.
She stared at the sunset in the west
Her head slowly turning to the southern wind
And a tear leaked from her eye.

My skin is lightly golden
My cheeks are tinted pink
My lips like a rose in morning dew
But I'm never as gorgeous
As she was, standing there,
And I fear I'm immature.

I saw her kiss my love that day
The princess, loathsome rich or poor,
The slave I came to envy.
How could I miss my life slipping,
How could I miss our woven destinies,
How come I still love them both?