O glorious lady,
Never before have I seen,
A creature, a sculpture, a picture
With overwhelming virtues.
O queen of great omen,
Sweetened like the words of a poet,
Glittering like the blinding sparkle of diamond,
I pray; yours is not cruel beauty,
I bid for your priceless smiles,
I shall offer an ocean of gold
To drown in your heart, if I were not a pauper.
O glorious queen,
Would an ocean of stones pay your dues?
O queen of invaluable wealth,
Pray; bless me.
O princess, I crave victory in your beauty.
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