1. I have not forgotten, Othman, the Othmania
Who came out to flirt with me from the baths

2. Her veil was like lapis-lazuli and beneath it
A rosy glow like the coast of Latakia slept

3. She walks and her veil shines with her light
You'd think she emerged without a veil

4. She said, though people behind and before me flirted
Do you want me?

5. She came near gesturing with her sleeve to her place
So I kissed the roses in her sleeves

6. And I followed her until I enjoyed an hour
I was certain it was a dream of dreams