From start to finish, sun to moon,
I remain with love immune, to stress and strain,
for your beauty, and much more for you.

You are a jewel, woman of beauty,
Christened a dove with heart of love eternal,
To me, a queen of the sky, land and water,
Without prodding, I don the livery serve your orders.

By a genie, I was asked a wish to make,
An item of wealth, maybe something lush or plenty,
gold, treasure or lands of the earth.

I sought one thing, more precious than all the mentioned,
of value wider than mountains or gold and of the former of the latter.

For a heart soft pure and bejeweled,
a damsel ebony cute, smart and regal,
Pressing the genie I asked for this princess, whom was all I desired,
And to my delight I got you,
a woman of more virtue and riches than all toward which I aspired.