1. With the magic of your eyelids, the sick become healthy,
And the musk and fragrance in you,

2. And what your graceful neck curves,
Wandering with it over the ridges of spears.

3. Promise a time of connection and promise a sick one,
Your cheek did not let it go from being healthy.

4. You left my visit in vain and injustice,
So I am not to be blamed for forgiveness over punishment.

5. I came upon you fearing a watcher,
Does your imagination have any wings?

6. Lost to the one hopeful of you as a path,
And your gaze has not stopped sharpening weapons.

7. You make the tender branch drunk with your kindness,
So why do I not see the glance from you awake?

8. I seek refuge for you from accepting injustice like me,
And you today are the sultan of wisdom.

9. With your love, passions were aroused and tangled in us,
Limbs riddled with wounds.

10. The beauty of your face established my excuse in you,
So here I am, safe from the blamers.

11. I exerted myself to conceal the secret of my passion for you,
But the tears insist on exposing me.

12. His tongue remains silent like the heart,
And restless sorrows in his intestines.

13. Oh you whose cheek and lips are so,
And this for the apple of the eye and for the eyelashes.