Laila's body dazzles in her vestments, Atree branch wreathed with leaves. By God, have you crushed Laila in your arms at dawn, or kissed her mouth? Touch Laila and your hand is wet with dew, Green Leaves shoot through your fingerstips To every I say she's close At sunlight, reaching her as far. They say I'm mad, enamored of illusion, By God, I swear, no craze or spell excites me. In Laila, love for Laila, I've the cure, like a drinker in drinking ever more.