1. How many a beauty have I courted, and then parted from,
Grey-haired, though the ink of youth still stains my fingers.

2. A gazelle-eyed darling from the sands of Sirah,
Whose soft voice soothed my soul when she responded

3. To my call. We met in modest seclusion,
With propriety our chaperone and veil.

4. I complain of my weakness; virtue stands guard
Between us, so I submit to it obediently.

5. When dawn raised its brows
And the leaves stirred above our dalliance,

6. She rose to leave me, and bade farewell to our trysting-place,
Though in my heart still burns love's ember.

7. Oh what a brief night it was! Oh how
I yearn for her on a night that might be longer!