1. Lord of the night whose cloak is bliss
Between leg and elbow and boon companion,

2. And cups passed after cups
Which helped release sorrows,

3. We had a blossom like Fatima’s
In the hands of a singer like Fatima's mother,

4. With breasts adorned with ivory and submission
So her beauty was perfected by decoration’s touch,

5. Like land scattered with thistle blooms
Or sky bejeweled with stars,

6. With black boughs and red tips
Like fingers of joy and bliss,

7. And two moles that wander not thereon
Like eyes of a genie or injustice,

8. Reddieh-pale, black-eyed, alluring,
Have you seen the streams of perfection?