Tonight, in my bed, in my bed,
You stretch your white soft body
Like a gentle milky cloud in the skies
With stars planted tenderly
In your cheeks, in your breasts,
In your arms, in your navel,
In your thighs, in your feet,
Like a glowing tattoo made of gold.
You pour down the nectar of your charm
Upon the pillows, the sheets of my bed,
Like drops of wine from heavenly grapevine.
And you fill the air with the fragrance
Of your delicious fruit body
Like amber, like musk, like scent of tulips.
Tonight, you are in my bed, in my bed,
Like a river of rapture,
Like a princess of grace,
Like a houri from paradise.