1. A secret allure draws me to you,
Its inspiration your Arabian beauty,

2. And manners graced with modesty,
Like a garden's early blossoms with dew.

3. So my heart sways in the wind's blow,
Twisting down this spiral road.

4. Tell me, is love a blow to pride
That a dignified man would shun?

5. Or is love exaltation and pride,
Too lofty for the boorish and crude?

6. The fool says "I see you sing
Of a beauty, and what does a fool know

7. That I, a poet, craft verses
Where beauty and love neatly flow?"

8. I sing of beauty, and none sing
Of beauty itself but the gifted soul.

9. Name beauty what you will in judgment,
For my darling's beauty has no name to me.

10. Alone I soar in love's sky,
Yearning deep in my core.

11. Poetry and beauty bring us together,
Both from its rich ore.

12. So blame us not if we fell in love,
But blame the one hostile and cold.

13. I shunned love for a time but now,
Before love the mighty are bowed.

14. So I return, heeding no advice,
For I need none of you as guide.