1. Whenever I went remembering my love
My heart returned full of passion

2. Her cheek grew like the full moon at night
And a straight spear diminished the crescent moon

3. Can you see, does the night cover him
Rising between my burdah, walking slowly

4. Pick for me what you can of his rosy cheek
With glances like hands picking roses

5. And rain from his sweet saliva
To quench those in it with pleasant breath

6. May the mother of youth curse me, if I
See anyone else or forget him