Her clothes smell of jasmine;
Her favourite scent, now become mine;
I need only smell jasmine
And she is brought to my mind.

The smell of nature, primal and raw;
Known two hundred thousand year.
The aroma of wood nymphs and satyrs;
The smell of jasmine draws her near.

Jasmine was with us in the caves,
At the time before time began.
When Java woman would smear petals
On her body, to attract Java man.

Coming out of the orient,
Jasmine was bought and sold,
All along the Silk Road;
Once worth its weight in gold.

Flower of beauty, flower of love,
Used as perfume, oil, tea, incense.
Pakistan, reveres it, a national symbol,
All love jasmine’s flower and essence.

No matter how far I be from her,
She is ever brought to mind.
By the woody scent of jasmine
Our hearts and bodies are entwined.

By jasmine, we are brought together;
By jasmine, I am reminded of her charms;
By jasmine, I am feel her lips on mine;
By jasmine, she lays wrapped in my arms.