1. My heart and passion are a goblet and wine,
Of that I have rapture and inebriation.

2. They blame me for my infatuation with Layla,
While Layla is the full moon in the sky of beauty.

3. She has a cheek, in which beauty is a rose,
And a glance, in which is magic for the angels.

4. She is coy with me in her acquiescence, wandering,
Is there in the way of acquiescence any blame?

5. Her forehead gleams from beneath her veil,
As the dawn shines through the darkness.

6. And she smiles from perfect rubies,
It is said by the judgment of taste, they are lips.