The beautiful ones refused to leave Heaven,
Upon asked why,
They lamented onto earth,
Never has anyone seen those who took dainty little steps
with their noses in the air.
Bracelets flirting as their ankles jingled,
A strong pride emitting from the foreign ornaments,
None that any has ever came across.
On their wrists are magic veils,
On their heads are hats made from charms,
The rings on their fingers and noses cost more than gold,
Their bodies revealed garments of linen handkerchiefs,
Covered are their faces with long veils from their heads.
Their beautiful hairdo complemented the costly perfumes they wore
as they tightened the fine belts that made everyone wonder,
They will either keep many unmarried or force seven women to
grab hold of one man,
The beautiful ones would rather patiently wait as the women of Jerusalem age.
