My man he is my supreme cistern
A well whose water is my everlasting drink
He is my forever fountain
A spring from whom all my thirsts are quenched
A peaceful stream for my forever deep and bath
My man is my man and mine all, I am not sharing him with anyone!
He is mine alone a calm cataract and not a public square cascade
He is my roaring Mara maned lion
And I am his growling lovely lioness
He is my magnificently antlered, surveying elk buck
And I am his carefree gracefully grazing dear deer
He is my pride and my ego!
A treasure of my youth, I will grow old with him!
He is my glorious king from whom I earn my queenship
My highness honour and my majesty crown
He is my knight and my truest confidant
In him I am assured of indisputable loyalty and nobility
He is my valiant warrior, my caretaker and my protector
With valour he fights for me, for my safety and my levity!
He is my vineyard, my orchard: a fruits field
A harvest for my pure and mature wine
From his golden groins comes a sufficient breath-
A strength adequate for my forever nourishment!
A honey hive, a vat for my purest and sweetest satisfy
He is a meal for my hunger, a smoothie for my soul
He is my grape vines, my gentle shoots
And I am his forever flourishing tender olives
From my blessed bosom he finds always a meal suitable
And sufficiently served for his appetite
Godsend manna for his forever sustenance!
He is my fragrance and my forever embrace
He is my flower, my sweetest smell!
From him I enjoy my delicacy and my piquancy
His ardour and odour are my intoxication and my satisfaction!
He is my aroma, a forever filled oil jar for my infinitely burning lamp