1. It welcomes the sharing of love until it seems
That love and sharing are the guts of the lover

2. With every refined young man - if only his heart
In its comfort made him needless of all weapons

3. It's as if the guts are strings of an oud
That tremble with a plectrum at a constant beat

4. Otherwise they are my fleshly pounding heart
Shaken by the spears of Yahya son of Hashim