I'll rock you in my arms !
O my pearl, do not forsake me.

Your beauty's rising fame
Filled me with a mad longing
To beg at your door.

Just one glance from you
Sent me into love's consuming flames,
Like one tumbling down the skies.

O ravishing moon, don't hide yourself !
I pray some oid job tempts you out,
So that we see your radiant form.

How much like Sheereen or Badwaljamal,
Or a hourie emerging from Paradise,
With pearls gleaming on a swans's neck !

At dawn you came to the purling stream,
With beauty's noose slung on your arm,
And trapped the thief of love !

I'll lie in wait for you in the deepest woods,
Kneel at your feet under the jessamine bush -
My Forest of Najd and Mount Sinai !

Mahjoor is languishing for your love,
And shall offer whatever you ask.
Pray you too show equal faith !