1. My eyes confess what my tongue denies
Your beauty itself testifies against you

2. Though an eloquent glance may articulate
And words prove nimble, the meaning is lost

3. My eyes are enamored with the stars' array
Weeping through the night, counting each one

4. My patience and passion in this love, both
Are undone by desire, yet forever reborn

5. Passion toys with my mind, swords flashing
Wounding the onlooker, though sheathed from harm

6. It is I in whom eyes and figure for lovers
Are refined and graceful, cultured and tender

7. I hid my love though with tears it was undone
Those tears preaching my cheeks have betrayed

8. My patience was severed by a mere glance
Yet yearning's call has prepared me instead

9. When lightning flashes from his smile, still
Tears rain, merits shaking, devotions due

10. Though his smile's lightning has stolen my reason
Its altar is one I frequent in worship

11. Bending his perfect form cannot hide
His uniqueness of virtues, peerless as one

12. Should he wish to end my torment, no wonder
His grammar is flawless, meanings parsed clear

13. In his eyes are arrow stores, inexhaustible
I see all of him vividly, prostrating to pray

14. Patience is temporary in his beauty's paradise
While longing there will persist, immortalized

15. His cheeks show mercy, granting audience
To all who come, welcoming with kindness

16. My idolatry of him grows with rejection
Rebuffed by him, yet my passion intensifies

17. How often I've hesitated at his doorstep
Though certainty of rejection gives me pause

18. If I dare open his affection's door one day
The blade of a glance from him will run me through

19. How often I've built up courage to face
The sword of passion brandished in his eyes

20. How I've tried to have him clasp me in his arms
While God alone fulfils this wish of mine

21. O you whose kiss melts my reason away
Leaving but the presses of lips upon me

22. How remarkable, your cool lips are protected
From my kiss, though with passion they ignite

23. Remarkable your face and figure, both like
The moon pursued by a branch bent in yearning

24. Remarkable your eyes and tongue - the first denies
The love that the second acknowledges to me

25. I challenged your waist in its slender grace
Do not reject my rivalry in humility

26. You've melted my soul in passion for you
Or else how does it rise toward you in worship