1. And a slave girl from whom the soul attains,

    With a glance of the eye, the utmost it has wished for.

  2. She shows you beauty and excellence, hers alone,

    When she appears before us and when she sings.

  3. As though the oud, when she plucks it,

    Gives voice to the inner secrets of what she has concealed.

  4. I hinted at her name, though the name is plain,

    If the name sends away whoever has kept aloof.

Sol 6.1