1. My soul is the ransom of a blue-eyed band
That braided the hair of a pretty, beautiful one

2. It did not adorn you, but adorned her
With its proximity to your bright forehead

3. And its nearness from an alluring eyelash
Of a charming, fatal, houri-like one

4. Indeed beauty, when it is brought together
Then woe, all woe, to the poets