1. She passed by, and from them came news
Of youth that arrived, and the night's shirt was unveiled

2. She blew gently, by Allah how she has enchanted
A heart, and how much grace the magic brought us

3. And she spoke, so our souls blossomed and grew
When we understood, and imagined what they mentioned

4. Were it not for the young woman's robe, blowing their speech around
The ground would not be covered by its fragrant hem

5. By the shooting star's ink, when they appeared
And the swords' eyelids, which became famous when they were seen

6. And were sheathed into the heart's core when they looked
By the night of the branch that misguided its darkness' journey

7. And the dawn's truth that guided them when they traveled
My eyes have not seen beauty after them

8. No, nor has any thought occurred to me but theirs