1. A slave girl nurtured by Tahmaz
Of non-Arab origin she was

2. I was infatuated with her for a time, but then
She became indifferent to me like a stranger

3. And with the same tobacco smoke
I became wandering, pure in disposition

4. I fancied her and she fancied me, and she
Would accompany me happily whenever I went

5. But when my tobacco ran low
And we emptied the pouch and the bag

6. She complained of hunger and longed for food
Becoming tearful and morose

7. I remember her affection though she is angry with me
And I call her but she looks at me disdainfully

8. So when she saw that I had no tobacco
She leapt away from me like a gazelle

9. And she declared proudly:
I am the lovely, eloquent, praiseworthy girl

10. I have speech that flows with all poetry
And I have a melody that tells of the wailing reed flute

11. My head is gilded, filled with tobacco leaves
And fire for ignition

12. My feet are tanned, wet, and I have made
From vigour a helpful hand

13. Youth and life serve me, and I am ever
A lively, sprightly girl

14. I am the beautiful narghile, eloquent in speech
I entertain every intelligent and wise soul

15. I was raised in the abode of Tahmaz, and I am
A girl of Persian beauty

16. I do not complain of food as did
My wretched, lowly companion this morning

17. Who wept from lack of sustenance
And crawled into corners

18. When tobacco for her grew scarce
She became an addict desiring a puff

19. How you changed me and my beauty
And made my form crooked and bent!

20. How you reproached me for long nights
At dawn, morning, and evening!

21. How you called upon me to recite rhymed poetry
During dark and gloomy nights!

22. How the instruments played songs for you
With melodies and sublime chants!

23. She wanted to remind you of past times
Spent in joyous moments

24. But you did not wait for her, oh tobacco addict,
And she called you, like a nightingale, the unlucky one!

25. The debauched called her, repenting,
"Why this lowliness, oh despicable one?"

26. I am the gentle, calm, beloved
Of all ranked honourably high

27. Every virtuous man sits silently
With manners and traits most comely

28. I see you in the hands of Zayd and 'Amr
And look, a used broom am I!

29. If at your master's you were once
The sum of all that is good

30. In your absence he pretends to call you
With trinkets or a gift

31. If your dependence persists in hiding
To save you from hardship

32. When you became soiled with vileness
The burning fire kindled above you

33. You cried "Fire!" with every wretched voice
Like the hissing desert wind

34. Ask the authorized about my beauty and purity
And let us inquire about your merits, oh generous one!

35. How your lips have poured insults
As he called you, come, oh wicked one!

36. How Tahmaz cursed and vilified you
When he created such rubbish!

37. You blame me for being poor
And having no tobacco, oh stingy one!

38. I am from the forearms of glorious heroes
Of high rank, wealthy and generous

39. And if herein is my praise in brief
Then his true favors have overflowed

40. May God make his blessings last in happiness
And may He eternalize the glory of his state

41. And may God grant him long life
And support him with His mighty arm