1. When she saw me coming, veiled in a crescent
Of Damask silk, she drew her cloak about her,

2. Yet softened and gave me a gentle greeting -
A welcome indeed to a longing lover.

3. She granted all my heart desired, a kiss
And more - as custom wills among us.

4. She was like a rain cloud, heavy with showers,
That hovered over a garden and showered down heavily upon it.