She said to him,

“I’ll have you still
By the joy you’ll feel,
When I hold you,
Where I know you’ll yield.

I’ll keep you close.
You’ll do my bidding,
By throbbing strings,
In love drenched dance.”

He said to her,

“I swoon into your will,
By a fragrant garland,
Of the softest flowers.
Whoever asked to be free,
From such captivity?!”