1. O Laila, greetings! Say to her: Come now!
For she has embarked on a bold endeavor,

2. With cheeks flushed from drinking early summer wine,
Eating bitter greens with robust shoots.

3. She took the worst of men as her lover,
A spear-wielding poet, whose lance is ever wet,

4. His eyelids darkened with kohl.
Leave off reproaching men and turn to me,

5. A devoted slave whose love fills your cup.