1. Take it, sweeter than murmuring and kisses
And leave your blames, time itself finds fault

2. And do not obey in youth blame or rebuke
May God not bless the blamer and the rebuked

3. And a morning where play has packed its bags
With us, at ease, and lavender and flirtation

4. The flute complains to the pair of its fervor
A lover's complaint to the beloved at leisure

5. As if the beating sound of drums between them
Is the clamor of my father al-Mansour’s glory in power