I'll make apology before the world,
I'll bring an offering to thee at once,
The symbol of my homage. May it please!
Instruct me, sympathetic with my pain
Have you not said: "I'll bring thee soon good news"?
O come! That in my sleep my eyes may see
Thee coming toward me, my black-pupilled one!
Awaiting thy fair image I'm consumed,
I am exhausted. Why, El Mannoubyya?
I long have hoped to see thee, O my sweet.