A young, Maiden girl
With deep blue eyes shining like pearl

Her ochre coloured hair with soft curls,
Are caused by the cool blowing wind to get whirls

She is wandering in her garden with a gleaming smile on her face
Her sand-toned skin is glowing in the sun's rays

She went closet to a bush which enchanted her
When she is about to pick up a rose, its thorn pricks her finger

On her finger, a dark red spot arise
And a sharp sting is sent down to her spine

The sharp pain reminds her of...