Khadija

 O morning breeze,

 Beside your beauty's charm is my heart

 Gird it! Entangle me in the web of love!

 For into your love's servitude, I wish to go

 And the sherbet of your lips, I wish to worship- it's a religion!

 Fall back all suitors! Khadija is within my soul- A Ka'ba she is to me!

 A lion's javelin I shall throw if my beloved is approached

 O you whose beauty takes me, prisoner

 And consumes my pining heart in flames of love

 Your face and tresses are a king's delight

 What am I if I let go of you?

 Even a schmuck will curse the day I was born!

 For he who shuns a king's delight is either a fiend or a goblin

 O Khadija, once again, my heart is beside your beauty's charm

 Into your love's servitude, you can take it in

 But the cup of separation does not give it!