1. O you who is clothed in the garb of the sun
And who has wounded me with five arrows

2. With the glance, the smile, the conversation and the coquetry
And something that feels good to the touch

3. So forgive me my yesterday's crime
And shed tears for the one whose eyelids rain

4. As his five daily prayers have distracted him
I asked to describe your attributes, but none

5. Spoke except with silent tongues