Would that mine eyes had never seenThis dove that crossed my garden green;
My heart had always dwelt confinedIn fortress of the disciplined mind;
Then suddenly it went astrayFor love that gleamed without delay;
Its melody delights my breastAt morning light or cloud's behest;
I see it like myself below,Praying for people's peace to grow;
Love seems like radiance from above,That shines through darkness with its love;
O bird, how hast thou captured me —Alas, alas, O dove, for thee;
I fear indeed the words they'll say:Jamila's lost in love away;
Love is no crime, nor can there beAught sinful in pure chastity.