1. My beloved, is there any messenger for me,
To convey greetings to a moon whose bright star has earrings?

2. He came between curled and intertwined branches,
With luxuriant leaves like long flowing hair.

3. He revealed upon camphor-white cheeks conversations
From his musk, drops on tender rosebuds.

4. The fire of lips around the garden of a smile,
Their blend is honey, fragrant wine, and pure musk.

5. If not for the sweet union, I would never violate
The covenants of his love, nor ever forget.