1. The moon still sips from the wine of dalliance,
Until drunk, devoid of any vigor.

2. And the wings of dusk went about drinking it insistently,
Until its lips appeared rosy like the horizon.

3. And it swayed as it walked, hips make it sit,
Its slim waist adorned with speech.

4. O, the reproach of my excuse in passionate love
A shy gazelle emulating the full moon on the horizon.

5. I drew it close for an embrace, and it recoiled shyly
And cast its eyes down, so ignite me and burn me!

6. The cheek flushed red with anger,
And its cheeks were crowned by sweat.

7. And it said to me in gestures from its glances,
“O, sheikh of lovers, O pious sheikh!

8. What are you saying when the narrators have told us
That embracing is forbidden?” I said, “Around my neck!”