1. Beauty has crafted its jewels upon your cheeks
Whereupon applies rouge the apple

2. And all beauty stems first from your eyes
Since Harut designed his armies in your eyes

3. And your cheeks once shone bright, flawless
But since the glance took control, it paled them

4. My heart is hostage to the hands of a willful coquette
Who kills it then restores it whenever she desires