1. As if Layla had come from the meadows at night,
Allured by a fine specter not giving or taking.

2. About her hovered a shape of changing hues,
A genie's pretext, neither granting nor forbidding.

3. The humble, slender one brings her attributes,
The delicate branches tell of her right hand.

4. We wanted no toy from her as replacement,
Nor with her did the spies dance, and we listen.

5. Passion begged us, as did the heart's sensations,
The heart complained of passion's love to her.

6. As though on the day the war-steeds were outfitted,
Their beauty stumbled for the far destroyers.

7. The tribe did not farewell us as neighbors; each vowed
With the people no crevice in it will crack.