1. She sent her maid to me when I saw
The rope of passion broken

2. She laments for me as my intent changes
So she came between us and injustice

3. And says, patience guards a paradise
So arm yourself with patience or die nobly

4. And supply a look that gives life
You are not accused among the passionate

5. I said, my provision is an iced drink
From your folds, for thirst has intensified

6. So allow me, daughter of my uncle, it
And make its vessel your mouth

7. So she frowned angrily and stirred
With shyness, increasing my sickness

8. Then she said, Oh friend
Before this, you were respectable to us

9. The dress of chastity and honor, without
What you ask of us, is protection

10. After today there is only our image
Riding the night when it darkens

11. I said, O this one, give the image its way
Does an image visit other than our sleep?