1. The branch withers from the glances of your eyes
And the sun is ashamed before the radiance of your cheeks

2. However much your lips pretend, pearls
Become worthless and degraded beside them

3. When you are silent, all poets are muted
When you sing, all gazelles are enchanted

4. If your saliva were made public, it would make
All minds intoxicated and enthralled

5. If the blackness of your hair were used as ink
The dye of night would never be extracted

6. Or don't you see that the night of lovers with its dye
Does not change from the state of that dye

7. Your waist, if revealed from its clothes
The crescent moon would never again be full

8. Or it was never revealed, so it remains
Dissolving from that revealing

9. The glances of your eyes, if cast in disdain
Would kill the lover with a mortal blow

10. Oh you who in intense passion made me shed tears
While patience remains chained in the prison of rejection

11. I have forbidden my eyes from beholding him
And left them for the wakeful to draw from

12. I have left my body as a dwelling for illnesses
And carried above my heart that which cannot be borne

13. I return wakefulness to my eyelids
Perhaps in the image of your phantom it will be wrapped

14. Oh you who blame his passion without knowing
That advice to the passionately in love is never accepted

15. If blindness to your beauty has befallen me, say
The doors of hearing for you are closed

16. How can I abstain from life and his love
When his love is more delicious to me than life itself

17. The censured, love-sick, self-blaming
His brow is crowned with the crown of beauty

18. A moon wandering astray in his beauty
Lording over kings with his clothes