A Twist Of Fresh Flowers On Your Dark Hair, And Your Hair Is A Panther'S Shadow. On Your White Cheeks The Down Of A Thousand Roses, They Speak About Your Beauty In Lahore. You Have Your Mother'S Lips; Your Ring Is Frosted With Rubies, And Your Hair Is A Panther'S Shadow. Your Ring Is Frosted With Rubies; I Was Unhappy And You Looked Over The Wall, I Saw Your Face Among The Crimson Lilies; There Is No Armour That A Lover Can Buy, And Your Hair Is A Panther'S Shadow. "The Cool Fingers Of The Mistress Burn Her Lovers And They Go Away. I Have Fatigued The Wise Of Many Lands, And My Hair Is A Tangle Of Serpents. What Is The Profit Of These Shawls Without You? And My Hair Is A Panther'S Shadow." "A Squadron Of My Father'S Men Are About Me, And I Have Woven A Collar Of Yellow Flowers. My Eyes Are Veiled Because I Drink Cups Of Bhang, Being A Daughter Of The Daughter Of Queens. You Cannot Touch Me Because Of My Palaces, And My Hair Is A Panther'S Shadow." I Will Touch You, Though Your Beauty Be As Fair As Song; For I Am A Disciple Of Abdel Qadir Gilani, And My Songs Are As Beautiful As Women And As Strong As Love; And Your Hair Is A Panther'S Shadow. Your Ring Is Frosted With Rubies.... Muhammad Din Awaits The Parting Of Your Scarves; Tilai Is Standing Here, Young And Magnificent Like A Tree; And Your Hair Is A Panther'S Shadow. From The Pus'Hto (Afghans, Nineteenth Century).