1. The rain quenched it or my tears did the same
To it she has four, fair is love amongst them

2. Where the palms leaned and the sand came to end
More than describing her while she is but one

3. Yet her names in my mouth taste sweet
In that crowned orchard a gazelle

4. For every heart by her eyes a slain
When the wind stirs amidst her lithe form

5. It grants the eyes what stinginess forbade
She met during summer our amorous gaze

6. And said to another, reckless is your mind
Is this when his glances should wander free

7. While foes surround us and enviers before
She let down her braids to drape her slim waist

8. So delightful to us her figure and grace