1. O you whose intentions and affection are pure
And whose love enriches me

2. Though death takes my soul
Come, I have an aged gift for you

3. And a delicious, sweet meal
The fruit of sweet, ripe palms

4. Sweeter than hopes and wishes
Ripe to perfection though young

5. It won’t bother the molars or incisors
As if it melts away in the bowl

6. O you red, precious delicacy
With a Mekkan allure and temptation

7. As if a date, a date
So very much alike