1. O women of the neighborhood, return to me
My tormentors have cut me off from you

2. A face like the rising moon is his appearance
If he would give me poison for one hour

3. I would not say that I was drunk, nor
Would I say that what I desire is my religion

4. Who will save me from love of a moon
Who has filled my heart with fire?

5. He is my pilgrimage, he is my lesser pilgrimage
He is my religious duty, he is my tradition

6. He is my religion, he is my hereafter
He is my hellfire, and he is my paradise

7. My nation knows from my great passion
And my wounds are from my own limbs