Come south wind
Arise east wind
And blow my lover's scents to me
That I may inhale her goodness.
Oh that my lover Seentha
Would open herself to me
That I might worship her
As a priest worships.
Let me touch her skin
Let me caress her goodness.
Let me give to her of my own body
That with which God
In His mercy
Has so bountifully endowed me.
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