1. When we met at Mina, I said to her,
As she displayed that dyed veil,

2. And showed aversion, untypical of her,
While passion writhes steeped in love.

3. Betrayed us, he who conveyed to you,
Forbidden words, the talebearer.

4. While we were busy, and you at leisure,
No rebuke for one with time to spare.

5. As though I complained of love, like one demented,
A youth gone astray from eloquence, tongue-tied.