1. Love inflamed his heart and set it ablaze
So he is bent on dying inflamed

2. Of him the censurers prattle vainly
God decked him out as he adorned himself

3. His looks enhanced by the curve of his neck
The cheek of a graceful gazelle, a sleeper’s face

4. His saliva intoxicated me with wine
So that my eyes squinted as if grasping shadows

5. Be not astonished at my eyes’ defeat
For his eyelashes’ army comes well supported

6. I am to him as one who pined
A slave, yes and more servile

7. He has over me obedience to command
I have over him protection and support

8. If his eyes shoot me dead with a glance
My heart prays blessings on Muhammad