1. O you who made his eyes out of snares
Leave your love, it is the end of snares

2. When I saw you saunter gracefully
Were your stature people or a walking stick of arak wood

3. Or did you narrate the full moon on the night of its perfection
So the narrator magnified the worth of the narrator

4. And how often you interrupted my flirtation with flirtation
And how often you smiled while my eyelids cried

5. Whatever you wanted to reproach me and punish me with
Except with your captivating glancing eyes

6. Had you not been complaining of the weapon of separation
My tongue would not have become complaining

7. O you who commanded my heart be rid of passion
I did not see any deliverance from it for an epoch

8. Where can the passionate overwhelmed lover flee
Brought down by the arrows of the eyes of the Turks

9. And my beloved among them, when he appears
The moons in the cosmos bow down before him

10. He visits the well-adorned garden, his mouth
Scented at dawn with the toothbrush of miswak