ولَقَد أَلهو بِبِكرٍ رُسُلٍ

ولَقَد أَلهو بِبِكرٍ رُسُلٍ

مَسُّها أَليَنُ مِن مِسِّ الرَّدَن

مَسُّها أَليَنُ مِن مِسِّ الرَّدَن

And indeed I dally with a tender maiden,

The night still young, the full moon's light aglow

Her touch softer than the touch of silk.

Her touch softer than silk on skin it flows