1. I fear for you from prying eyes,
O epitome of protected beauty.

2. Whiter than lilies in their sleeves,
Or jasmine,

3. Sweeter than roses plucked new,
And the caprices of art.

4. Two dreamy eyes appear,
Purity and charm in them.

5. When they speak, they relate
The cooing of doves

6. In the thickets of beauty.
Their composer, the Firm Creator.

7. O generous king,
And sign of obvious beauty.

8. O smile of cherished hope,
And relief of the sorrowful heart.

9. Without you, grief would have
Revisited me at dawn.

10. You passed your hand over my wounds,
Healing and mending me.

11. But my heart still bleeds from a deep wound
The years have not yet cured.

12. If you but knew the passion I harbor,
If you but knew.

13. O Mayya, if you but knew what I hide
Of buried anguish.

14. O Mayya, in my heart are kinds
Of urges and passions.

15. I came seeking a cure,
And left dazzled by your eyes.