1. Reproach me no more, and cease your blaming,
For you are fault-finding and blame-inflaming,

2. The dawn, which soon will break, is awaited,
And with rebukes, you'll not be sated.

3. My Leila came, but Leila won't be stayed,
She's left with love and girls arrayed.

4. Her home in absence mine is but disgraced,
A Tigris torn, its banks displaced.

5. She tends the farmland, wandering its breadths,
'Neath shades in thousand plants' green depths.

6. So leave her be, or gently her upbraid
With sweet censure that upholds and aids.