1. How many a night of bells and arched halls,
Like a sea casting wave after wave.

2. The good fortune and success faced it,
The dawn of youth called Shennag.

3. With the secret of Mera did my care freely flow,
And joy that chased sorrow from my heart with exile.

4. I conversed with her gently, like a branch pulled
By the beaks of a mighty bird in the drifting sands.

5. Her face and the hair that adorns it,
A full moon breathed in a dark night.

6. And teeth that gleam like chilly beads
Of pure white, and in her breast apples of ivory.

7. She sways with the scent of musk, pure and clean,
As if her wrapper were of the plumes of Udage.

8. I remained in the delights of night at leisure,
Till the eyes of dawn disturbed me with disdain.

9. I wanted her flirtation, and the wine deceived him
That he had escaped, while he was not saved from me.

10. So he remained, watering a budding rose in sorrow,
And rending brocade with brocade in lament.