1. My soul I'd sacrifice for Musa, though his glances
Leave me no soul with which I'd ransom him.

2. He guides to the faith of youth, and his beauty's
A verse that leads astray whomsoever it guides.

3. His glances act as Moses' staff did, their magic
Confirming his claim - none can disobey them.

4. For the youth's heart a serpent strives with its sting
To injure it - who will find the cure?

5. And lovers' hearts perplexed I see, lost in the desert
Of passion, wandering endlessly, nowhere to flee.

6. So long has ardor burned that, were they to try,
Tears would pour forth like springs from their eyes.

7. His glances cut through the sea of love, as Moses' staff
Once cleft the sea - none could it deny.

8. Till, when in them deeper I peered deceitfully,
They drowned me and my army of patience utterly.

9. So I called to him, "For your love a believer am I,
If only the faith of the thorntree could save him!"