1. She swayed like a branch, erect and slim
Stingy with union, generous in estrangement

2. So she deprives my heart of the bliss of union
And brings it near to painful separation

3. And my heart said: My Lord!
Is there an appointed time for meeting the Clement?

4. Arrows shot by twisting bows have struck me
Deafening as they hit the core of my heart

5. They turned away from me, and so did my heart
Calling out whenever my sorrows renewed

6. Eyes of passion! Sleep not, sleep not
And if you must sleep, sleep lightly