1. O master, pillar of its lofty heights
Built at the peak of steep nobility

2. I have two balconies, neither of which
Is other than Indian teak and sandalwood

3. One is used for ablutions
The other to lay out his prayer rug

4. And chicks between cabinets
Draped in fine embroidered fabrics

5. And half a chilled carafe whose mother
As the butcher recounted, was a ewe

6. And a gathering of goblets between which
Are fruits, none market-bought

7. And of land-grown produce, a pumpkin
And of sea-grown, a melon

8. I have cooked for you, and here is what
The cook has grilled and roasted

9. In a pan whose edges quiver
In pods for parsley, coriander leaf

10. Gleaming for the youth, if his intention
Leads him to see her

11. A yellow, thin-skinned olive
And a white, crumbly cheese

12. Vinegar is for me a provision
In a jar I have of clay

13. And a mortar whose pounding of camphor
Is mixed with musk

14. Nor is it devoid, when it comes to you, of
Fine semolina dough and baklava

15. And if I have sweet almonds
I have filled for you almond pudding

16. Indeed, we have after this, a rarity
And citron and sour cherry

17. The lads have picked for us in it
Chaste fruit of a grapevine

18. Clear of lip, with a cheek for her
Radiant, rosy, reddish

19. It is served in its goblet by a fair one
Whose way of giving drink is agreeable

20. And I took the lead in taking what
Is fitting of cups and trays

21. And pistachios we sprinkle between us
If we cannot find pine nuts at the time

22. And with it are amusing fruits, all
Of sharp wits and intellect

23. Rapping me in its folds are
Your ears with spontaneous verse

24. And a hearing aid you hear from, when
I sing folk tunes to you

25. Set to tunes which in one's nature
Are innate and instinctive

26. And we have brought with us a mattress
In it are fine Dabiqi textures

27. And it was unanimously decided on an outing
That would be ethical and proper

28. In a meadow whose bushes delighted
Like precious golden dinars

29. Swaying in the cool of vegetation whose
Hems are daisies

30. And a brook whose scattered water
Over the edges of wool spills

31. Shading it are the greenery of boughs
Fruited with carnelian clusters

32. So traverse to my abode, your steps that
Have remained folded in your abode

33. For Jezira, pretty one, is dressed
In robes from Tibrah cotton

34. Its pastures, from its blossoms, have traced
Carpets of Roman brocade

35. Between hills breathing to us the breeze from
A live coal brazier, one of its chimneys

36. Whiffing in it for free moments that have
Come time to be pastured

37. So hurry to it before the saffron of the sun
Shows it to us steeped

38. For between us is what requires you to see
My needs fulfilled by you