1. Do not lament a quarter that has healed
And time has erased its traces

2. The breeze of our tribe awakens us gently
Its scent is aromatic myrrh

3. When the wine uplifts her, it makes her laugh
With a beautiful smiling countenance

4. From the palm of a young gazelle that sang sweetly
Perfect from horn to hoof

5. A smooth-gaited she-camel, its rider
An adolescent, or an adolescent-like man

6. As if his cheeks in their whiteness
Were dyed and his cheeks made rosy with blood

7. As if his temples in their darkness
Were lines drawn on cheeks by a pen

8. As if he were a pearl reddened with dye
That a monk hung on an idol

9. So whenever I am alone with this policeman
I am bashful, restrained in modesty