Sleep, lovely Lâila, sleep, and I will watch thee through the night. The moons soft lambent rays light up thy ruby lips; thy throat gleams white, and thy flower-like breasts tempt my wanton finger-tips!
How calm the night! How calm her sleep! How hot the fire in my veins! Ah, little houri, now art thou mine. In my hands are thineso pink and soft and warm! I steal a hasty kiss from thy red lips and bathe my face in the odor of thy hair!
Sleep on, my Lâila, nor ope thy weary lids. Through this long night of love Ill guard thee. Sleep on, O tired eyes; O ruby lips sleep on; O musky mole, O warm, soft hands, O kiss-red breasts, sleep on, sleep on!