Go, O companions, and draw our beloved

Bring to me at last the idol who flees

With sweet songs, with golden excuses

Draw towards the house the moon, beautiful and with a lovely face

And if he says in promise that I will come in another moment

All promises are deceit, he will deceive you

He has a very warm breath that with magic and enchantment

He will tie a knot on his water and will bind the air

With auspiciousness and joy, when my beloved enters

Sit and watch the wonders of God

When his beauty shines, what is the beauty of the beautiful ones?

For his sun-like face will extinguish the lamps

Go, O light-footed heart, to Yemen, to my beloved

Convey greetings and service, you priceless agate