Jannat al Aden’s towers I see,
I know my fate is nigh—
The Hûr al Oyun beckon me,
Their waving arms I spy.
Sweet maids of Heaven, I come, I come!
Mine eyes in darkness swim—
The chills of death my heart benumb,
And creep through every limb.
My trophies see around me piled—
The unbeliever’s blood