1. Ruins of a dwelling below a rocky hill
Watered by the rain of every downpour

2. Over it blew an ailing breeze
That spread no fragrance of its pleasant dispersal

3. Until its chill mingled with shortened robes
And dyed and gilded and figured ones

4. A garden I was devoted to, and the branch of my youth
Still green, though its prime at night was not moonlit

5. By God, the time of my youth I spent
In its atmosphere, sipping pure wine

6. With each graceful, swaying, gazelle-like one
With shapely neck and fawn-like doe eyes

7. And a delicate, elegant one - if unveiled
On the full moon night, she'd not be outshone

8. Your cheek makes evident to me a sick, sleepless eye
Was not, for killing a passion-maddened lover like me, remorseful

9. It sheds, from a dewy mouth whose pearls
Were adorned by its ruby with priceless jewels

10. It protects its kisses with a gaze whose arrow
Can slay without even a taut bow