Haifa — how she bends and sways with grace,Like the branch stirred by the breeze's pace;
When she draws near, her face appears to shine,With smiling teeth so handsome and refined;
In tenderness of beauty she excels,Making thee forget the gardens' paradise as well;
And should her glances aim at any stone,The rock would crumble into splinters thrown;
Her voice with melody enchants the ear,A magic from the Generous Lord drawn near;
And yet despite all this, thou wouldst supposeA moon the clouds conceal before it shows
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