1. O you whose beauty torments me in the heat of summer,
And whose slender form mocks the bending bough,

2. Before my thirsting soul found solace, time had parted us,
Then when I hoped we'd meet again, fate parted you.

3. Were your eyes lined with kohl by the hand that raised you gently,
Or by the gazelle you raised whose eyes were lined the same?

4. Unveil your face that I may find some comfort in
Seeing the two bright stars that shine within your veil.

5. Love is not sacrifice or ransom,
My joy if I weep, my gift if you unveil.