1. With my soul, her beauty intoxicates me
With her eyes singing over the cups

2. Swaying her stature and parting her lips
Leaving the full moon smiling above a branch

3. When her son says “oh you who makes us dance!”
I say “you have teased me, say oh you who makes me dance!”

4. And when he says “I have roses, do me wrong”
I beware her wrongdoing and say “reward me”