1. He rose with sleep still in his eyes,
A gazelle with bewitching eyes.

2. His brows hover above his cheeks
As the sword sways over its sheath.

3. He still lives in my heart,
As if my heart is his dwelling place.

4. My censurers fabricate lies about him
With people supporting their lies.

5. Do not believe them, my dear,
For their words have no basis.