1. With swaying hips no matter how she hitches up her skirt
She is but a branch while my staff is rigid

2. The wandering moon is her lover, and though at times
She rises to meet him, he soon sets

3. I say to her as the night lets down its tresses
And the boughs of desire reach their prime:

4. Though we're secluded in the folds of a robe
Life with you, fairest of women, is sweet

5. You are the wish, O beauty of all loveliness
You are love, I profess it, so hear me

6. She answered: Yes, if you have no other
Love than I in Baghdad, in all its mansions