1. The rainwatered place with shade and trees
And the monastery of Abdu'n was pouring rain

2. For long it has awakened me for dawn with it
In the prime of dawn, and the sparrow had not flown

3. Voices of the monks of a monastery in their prayers
Black-robed, chanting in the dawn

4. Dressed in belts at the waists, they have made
On the heads garlands of hair

5. How many fair of face among them, kohl-lined
With magic he closes his eyelids over the pupil

6. I watched him passionately until he yielded
Willingly and promised me the rendezvous with a glance

7. And he came to me in the shirt of night, stealthily
Hastening his steps in fear and in caution

8. So I rose, laying my cheek in the road for him
Humbled, dragging my train behind the footsteps

9. And the light of a crescent appeared, nearly exposing us
Like an inky-black raven freshly dyed

10. So what happened, happened, of what I shall not recall
Think well, and do not ask about the news