When Zulaikha became intoxicated with the wine of love

She clung to the hem of Yusuf's garment

The demon of lust had so possessed her

That she fell upon Yusuf like a wolf

The lady of Egypt had an idol of marble

She worshipped it morning and evening

At that moment, she covered her face and head

Lest she appear ugly in his sight

Yusuf, filled with sorrow, sat in a corner

He struck his head against the oppressive self

Zulaikha kissed his hands and feet

Saying, 'O faithless one, come in!'

Do not turn your face away from the anvil of the heart

Do not spoil the pleasant moment with harshness

Tears flowed from her eyes down her face

Saying, 'Turn back and do not seek impurity from me'

You have become ashamed before a stone idol

I should be ashamed before the Pure Lord

What benefit comes from regret in hand

When you have wasted the capital of your life?

They drink wine for the sake of a rosy face

But in the end, they gain a pale face

Make your plea for forgiveness today

For tomorrow there will be no opportunity for speech