1. If the full moon were shy and hid away
My spirit in Rajab would not display

2. If he complains of my cheek, just say
Where is that downy hair, now turned to gray?

3. Where are those glances lodged within our hearts?
Consumed by flames of love set them ablaze

4. Where is that slender waist and gorgeous mien
That wondrous height no equal to be seen

5. Amongst the non-Arabs nor the Arabic tribes
He stole our minds and captured hearts besides

6. Spilled blood though he knows not why
To the impassioned, wildly he makes his cry

7. Your needs I ever strive to satisfy
With verse or song, as you desire and I

8. If you would hunt me down in love's terrain
Lay traps of gold, though I disdain

9. Bow down, submit, no lineage declare
There, that is enough, no noble air