1. For whoever has not heard something wondrous, I am
Wondrous in speech, O Umayma, and its truth-teller

2. And I had a companion, O mother of Malik
Each, whenever I search, I am their lover

3. Precious, and the cup which he who drinks it
Deceives him of his reason, so it befriends him

4. They battled within me, so I neglected her approach
And her cups, and time has many separations

5. And I forbade her for two years, then memories of regret removed me
And the singing agrees with it

6. So when I drank the cup, through her sister
The beautiful gazelle, pleasing in her qualities, appeared

7. How good is the cup you have forbidden me
But it is not Raim I would embrace