1. O you whose manners are sublime lineage
And he who is sublime with good manners

2. So turn to me about the Maghrebis who
Among them there is nothing but intense desire

3. Leave them for their excess suffers their matter
And come to me so you may attain profit

4. And the price from the auspicious, agreeable, proud one
Sufficient, generous overflowing rainclouds

5. And purify the glances between the maidens
In that chaste, fertile, lush greenness

6. And look to the maid who appeared with clarity
Of beautiful script, the daughter of wonder

7. She who uncovers sadness from the heart
With a drink from the water of fresh purity

8. As if she were from Kawthar carried in a flask
Adorned with gold

9. If you wish, venture, but beware
Of that plentiful, wet cold

10. For it recites to us at night winds
Calling the youth like a restless dancer