O morning breeze,

Beside your beauty's charm is my heart



Gird it!Entangle me in the web of love!



For into your love's servitude, I wish to go

And the sherbet of your lips, I wish to worship- it's a religion!



Fall back all suitors!Khadija is within my soul- A Ka'ba she is to me!

A lion's javelin I shall throw if my beloved is approached





O you whose beauty takes me prisoner

And consumes my pining heart in flames of love

Your face and tresses are a king's delight



What am I if I let go of you?

Even a schmuck will curse the day I was born!

For he who shuns a king's delight is either fiend or goblin



O Khadija, once again, my heart is beside your beauty's charm

Into your love's servitude, you can take it in

But the cup of separation do not give it!



Asare Yaw Jamuel.