1. In his eyelids a potent draught revolves
And on his cheeks a blooming rose persists

2. Hidden between his raiment lies a rod
Embraced by soft and ample folds it rests

3. If houris of heaven were to glimpse his charm
The fairest maidens would be filled with thirst

4. No blame lies with him if others spurn and shun
For their rejection, he cannot be cursed