With a glance of your eyes you could plunder all the wealth of songs struck from poets' harps, fair woman! But for their praises you have no ear; therefore do I come to praise you. You could humble at your feet the proudest heads of all the world; But it is your loved ones, unknown to fame, whom you choose to worship; therefore I worship you. Your perfect arms would add glory to kingly splendour with their touch; But you use them to sweep away the dust, and to make clean your humble home, therefore I am filled with awe.