1. Return to my heart the restlessness of escape
And tell the caravan where it journeyed

2. Forgive sleep for its aversion
If not for passion, aversion itself would not be known

3. O you who blame me for my ardent love of him
Leave me be, for I have glimpsed in him a fire

4. A gazelle of Kanaas, if that gazelle but knew of him
He would borrow the languid grace of his eyes

5. I loved him secretly, but when
My youthful passion overcame me I declared my love openly

6. I had a heart, but when he visited me
I gifted it to him in joyous welcome

7. Since the day he donned the garb of down on his cheek
I have doffed for him in love the garb

8. How sweet is death by the sword of his glance
Granted to me, though I sought no vengeance