1. Before his love I was not like Ahwur's willow,
To know what passion dwells in Ahwur's willow.

2. You see a shining brow beneath a fillet,
Like dawn's first light within a silken veil.

3. When by his glances' arrows he is stricken,
Though not a day of storming winds and rain,

4. Next day for solace he is madness-smitten,
With cheeks like liquid pearls in ivory pale.