1. She was veiled, yet nothing could conceal her,
Nor could her splendor from my eyes conceal.

2. How could she in a veil herself conceal,
When with her grace the gazelle cannot conceal?

3. I beg you both, leave off this constant grief,
Forget the bitter past, the cares that sear.

4. May she come back to me, to my abode,
And with a cup, my wasted life refresh.