1. If you are pleased that I remain thus
Captive to passion and infatuation, then so be it

2. With you this malady is easy and gentle
In your love what harm I encounter

3. O reproacher, reproach is no blow of a rival
To a man enthralled by love the next day

4. Mine, not yours, is the loving heart, and my tears
Not your tears that flow, so who would listen when

5. Mine is the embrace, not assigned by God to one
Who wore away by it, refuge for me to take

6. My hair night-black, my chin morn-bright
My figure slender, my scent sweet musk

7. If set against the brilliant moon and asked
Is this it or is this the crescent, I'd say this

8. O you whose cheek tomorrow goes unveiled
O you whose strength keeps you from being effeminate