1. Within the palace of splendid beauty is a moon
Whose charm wounds the heart, striking it painfully

2. From it wafts a gentle breeze of grace
Whenever that languid one shakes out her veil

3. She wears brocade, a coronet, and gauze
And a sash of Yemeni linen, loosely wrapped

4. And I saw the beloved extend a hand
That her lover saw only bloodstained