1. We scent the sweet breezes,
draw in their fragrance through eyes and nose-

2. clear as wine in a goblet,
sprinkled about, yet nothing escapes.

3. Your cheek's softness-
glasswork shaped from tenderness-

4. if your gray hairs suffice,
we’d pluck them with our hands.

5. We pray towards you, who are our qiblah,
row after row.

6. Without Allah-not people-
we'd worship you on the edge.

7. Beloved, when you walk,
you sway like a branch on a cliff.

8. Oh you, swaying your hips,
Oh you, swinging your shoulders,