1. He came with the dawn, and in his glance
Were the remnants of dreams from his night

2. He struts with pride for he keeps
The hearts of people safe from his harm

3. If he were to walk upon my eyelids
My heart would not feel his gentleness

4. But the sword of his glance from his eyelids
Is sharper than an Indian blade in its killing

5. My patience in love for him is spent
Both strength and weakness are his qualities

6. Gently, love of my soul, this is the extent
That would tempt the ascetic from his path

7. I denied the act of magic for ages, yet
I believed in magic since I saw him

8. He gifted us a sweet narcissus
And it had absorbed fragrance from his scent

9. Its aroma is from the perfume of his breath
And its alluring color from his eyes

10. What can we possibly repay his favor?
When these souls are in his grasp

11. The souls of all creation he ransomed
So the magical world is from his charm

12. I fell for beauty as a youth, and though
I've grown, I'll not be saved from his saliva