1. When her face changed from its familiar form
I knew the secret her conscience bore

2. I say, while my heart yearns at the thought of her
Lost and confused in its sorrow

3. Peace be upon you, O heart! She only
Called you to estrangement, fated and ineluctable

4. And my heart misled me, preferring her love
So I surrendered myself to torment - the matter is unjust!

5. When I saw the night was no crescent moon
And that no reproacher could deter me

6. And that she had settled in the suburbs of Amman
While my people were in Egypt, enjoying company

7. I chided my heart and set out impelled by love of her
Though I had some reason if I held back, hesitating