In Dust She Was Placed
In A Cheap Shroud She Was Draped.
Wealth And Belongings No Longer Of Use
Only Actions And Good Deeds Intercede,

In The Puzzling Other World.
Dust She Could Not Stand And In The Dust
She Lies Separation Torturing Our Wounded Souls,
Helplessness Is What We Are Suffering,

Seated On Silk Cushions,
A Living Goddess In Nuptial Attires.
Musk And Sandalwood Oil In The Air,
Patchouli Candle Flames And Desire,

The Dim Love Nest Illuminates.
The Naked Song Plays Its Titillating Air.
The Vertigo Of Passion Mounting.
The Lover Moves His Hands And Lips

Love Nights To Quench Fires
Suleyman Yearns And Always Desires
The Free Happy Spirit Hurrem He Acquires
Hurrem Eager To Entertain, She Never Tires
Her Incisive Cleverness A Sharp Blade Set To Remove
Any Hostility Or Hostilities That Move
Inside The Seraglio As Well As Outside To Prove
Her Absolute Devotion To Her Sultan To Groove

Hurrem Is Her Name And She Is Like Breeze
A Little Merry Soul To Please.
Her Charming Sight Kept Away All Concubines.
He Was Inundated By Her Splendor And Spirit
Any Disobedience Triggered Revenge Was Culprit