[Verse 1]
Afghan woman, deemed a princess
Born a true blue thoroughbred
Head a chiselled face of fables
Omen of no ill

[Verse 2]
Hills that spread around your chamber
Blooms that twine around your ears
Blossoms of the royalest texture angel of the years

[Verse 3]
Clad in sacks and scraps of linen
Living 'neath your waterwell
Praying that my youthy pauper's face
Will quench you well

[Verse 4]
Gazelle girl striding through your palace
Precious jewels nestle in your hair
Rameses born with platinum future
Take my heart and care