1. I filled my hands from her breasts, gathering provisions,
Nothing was sweeter than her breast, then her sigh.

2. It is the greatest pleasure that remains after it is gone,
I see her breast in the chest of the beautiful woman as she sleeps.

3. I rubbed it until I drew out its embers,
As the sculptor polished the smoothest granite.

4. And I kissed the purest cheeks and smile
And the eyelids that were saturated with kohl.

5. And we both remained, while the senses set the senses aflame,
Until the darkness of night became ignited.

6. With sighs whose heat burns, and
From the breaking of kisses that echo for them.