1. Eyes delight in her garden,
Wherein lies what souls desire,

2. Her glance, when she greets with it,
Makes narcissus bow his eyes.

3. She came with a suitor's suit,
So the assembly was lit for her flame.

4. When she sways as she walks,
She captivates all people after her.

5. She has a miracle, if you contemplate it,
Yet the secret of its marvel is not revealed.

6. While the lute before her is mute,
In her hand the mute speaks.

7. As if intoxication is from her glance,
And the fire of love is kindled by it.

8. It disables, despite the light that is unveiled,
And clothes the beauty of what is worn.