Of her black hair I complain, ...

Of her black hair I complain, O ask me not

Cause of her, lost I remain, O ask me not.

In the hope of loyalty, nobody leaves his heart & faith

I repent, my deeds disdain, O ask me not.

A sip of wine never cause misdeed or grief

Ignorant put me through so much pain, O ask me not.

O pious one, pass me by, 'cause this red wine

Makes your faith vain, drives you insane, ask me not.

On the path of life and soul, stories abound

One will strain & one will feign, O ask me not.

I longed for health and bliss, but alas

That seductress holds my rein, O ask me not.

I asked the ball of heavens, what is my role on this plane?

In the polo game of life I entertain, O ask me not.

I asked, with your hair whose blood you drain?

By God, this story is a long chain, O ask me not.