1. My soul is the ransom for the one I kissed hastily
And separation wonders at my passion and my haste

2. So he turned his mouth from me then turned his cheek to me
A cheek where the water of beauty and shyness flowed

3. So my tears watered his rose garden
Increasing the radiance of that rose with the moisture

4. So he shivered from the heat of my breaths and the burning
Of my desire and prohibition, his sweet mouth in kisses

5. And what he saw of my pleasure frightened him so he wept
And said, “If only this were not the farewell of a traveler.”