I love the Handsome One:
----he has no death
----decay nor form
----no place or side
----no end nor birthmarks.
----I love him O mother. Listen.
I love the Beautiful one
----with no bond nor fear
----no clan no land
----no landmarks
----for his beauty.
So my lord, white as jasmine, is my husband.
Take these husbands who die,
----decay, and feed them
----to your kitchen fires!