1. I spent the night with a flame of passion in my heart,
And the fire of passion alerts you that I am lost.

2. O you whose beauty in the morning makes me surrender,
Like a red Muthrif flower with the finest petals.

3. With a flowing, radiant, blushing cheek,
Where a rose appears when plucked.

4. Yearning for you has saddened me,
And I have become a friend of sorrow, agony, and regret.

5. You know what I have concealed from you, for my love
Is intrusive, and my heart is burdened by it.

6. So my tears flowed from what I had hidden,
And I did not show my complaints for others to know.

7. My joy - do not deny my love and become
Afflicted with some of the pain of passion I have tasted.

8. By God, nothing has tread the path to you,
No dove has wailed on a branch or called.