1. If the specter of his imagination
Visited the passionate admirer,

2. His heart would cry out,
And his lips quiver with yearning.

3. Disheveled are his features,
Overcome with melancholy.

4. He has no proof of abandonment
Except his own misery.

5. The moon is veiled,
The branch cloaked.

6. The night did not unveil
Its rejection at his beauty's dawn.

7. If sorrow has enveloped my body,
His beauty spot is my redemption.

8. Oh his lips, alas,
Sealed away from his flow.

9. Honey protected what shakes
The branches with bees.

10. With a listless glance,
His arrows did not shoot forth.

11. Above his brow he surpasses
The arrows of his quiver.

12. Oh you who disgraced the moon
With perfect beauty.

13. My God, have mercy
You know his state.

14. He knows no complaint,
Nor listens to blame.

15. He did not break his covenant,
No, by God and His prophets.