1. You bewitch Babylon in your eyes in my sickness
The mother of swords to kill the Arabs and non-Arabs

2. And the mole is a spinning place for the shameless one who began
Or is that the pouring of the tracks of the pen refuting the sermons

3. Or a seed you placed in order to hunt with it
The love of hearts, so it hunted every admirer

4. Or like a moth, the bird of my heart fluttered
Upon the fire of your cheek until it became like embers