1. Worry not, my heart, for you've done no wrong
How often in passion and love is there gain

2. Did not the fair Ghada call you to passion?
Slender and graceful, a delicate fawn

3. Bright glances Najla, cheeks like red roses
Lips sweet as flowers, teeth white as pearls

4. Who finds not in torment from such lips profit
Has neither guidance nor gain but loss