1. O you who reproach me, I swear by Him who split the seed,
Death to those infatuated is but the seed unsplit,

2. So why blame me, while fate's nights are jet-black,
Regret moves on, and the star I wished upon has set.

3. The abodes will survive, though their moons are no more,
Living they were, though their beauty was undone by fate.

4. You could bend the branch of his softness if you wished,
And twist it gently from the softness of his raiment.

5. Of sweet agreeableness, the down on his cheek delicate,
Hovering above a throne, like anemone poised on high.

6. Below his eyelids he unleashed an arrow from his temple,
And so commanded all creation to passionate love.

7. Of varied traits, except that with his seductive glance
He softened hearts, and ardor's thirst parched those enslaved.

8. Admiring youth bends him, taking him to be
A bough of araak wood stirring softly in the breeze at dawn.

9. He judges me, though in truth my secret love for him
Grants me no redemption, nor any cure for my affliction.

10. For the fire of my passion was rekindled by his disdain,
As the winds of blame blew from every direction.

11. And many a hidden encampment will his steed not visit
For fear of estrangement and the perils of departure.

12. If he had travelled by the stars at dawn he'd lose his way,
Or if lightning had crossed that terrain it would fear destruction.