1. With his languid, drowsy eyes, my lover is delicate as a girl
His promises are lies, his oaths mere pretense

2. Sickly his gaze, his nature effeminate
He seems to melt in luxury and softness

3. It's as if his glances sap my resolution
And his beauty restores my faith

4. He came to me in the dark, when houses are vague,
As if his stars were the blue of eyes

5. When he lifted the cup in his left hand
And made the flagon cling to his right

6. He gave me wine like his cheeks to sip
That melts the feathers of the timid gazelle

7. It was as if the wine were a jasmine blossom
Newly opened amid the dark leaves of the jasmine plant