The faint rustle and tiny tinkle


Of the bells around her ankle


Whisper like a soft breeze


As she dances a turn, a pirouette


Flashes her eyes - such a coquette!


Her sinuous movements do so please




The eyes... The chime of her ghungroos


The pout of her lips - what a ruse!


She floats on the air like a fairy


The kohl of her eyes, the rose of her lips


The curve of her waist, the sway of her hips


Her charms so intoxicating, so heady, so airy.







The lady glides, and, having gone,


Stays in my mind; for all her beauty,


Her elegance, her charm and sensuality


Torment me eve to stealthy morn



Her lips and dark eyes do haunt


Her cool glances to me do taunt


Her slim hips; her lively jaunt


And I am ever consumed with want



She moves again, and finds a man,


Her hand she gives in a dance


A skip, a step, a tiny prance


Like a whirling dervish she lands


My pagan desire to enhance


Harken! She eyes me - a chance?


Alas, nothing but a passing glance.