1. With my soul he torments me, his love
Thus is it, and I have no hope but him

2. He wanders among the servants with a beautiful face
And hair that flows long over his nape

3. And temples that my prince arranges
Over a cheek that glitters and its moles

4. God created him of gold and pearls
And perfected his creation when He created him

5. So when He destined him a well-proportioned man
He made the houris of Paradise envy him