1. O you who wear a red rose veil
O you who adorn my face with yellow roses

2. Until you weaken me with a slender waist
And raise me with the affliction of a charming glance

3. O you who are singular in beauty, here I am, singular
In sorrow, praying to the embers of a burning fire

4. And I remain between coquetry and bewilderment
While you remain between coquetry and pride

5. I have no ability, my master, to describe you
Even if I possessed the talent of al-Buhturi