1. My heart is infatuated with this graceful beloved,
So do not blame me, for this is my guide to righteousness.

2. He glanced at me with eyes, sick and tearful,
So who would see a gazelle playing with lions?

3. An eyelid that showed the sickness that afflicts my body,
So it was clarified by my words and composition.

4. In his mouth and tender stature I find abundant melody,
Beyond the lightning of sadness, even beyond the valleys of separation.

5. Glory to the riser of the full moon of perfection,
From it, a moist branch among the branches sways.

6. I became drunk on an intoxication in his glances,
Through it, my misguidance increased, and his face guided me.

7. My heart increases with a smile from him,
Becoming moist, and I am intent on kissing him.

8. The sickness and disdain I suffer does not harm me,
Even if it comes from some of my beloved friends.

9. O glance, after my glory you have humbled me,
Until I became a captive with no redeemer.

10. He appeared and then left, my eyelids terrified by his awe,
And beauty between daring and retreating.

11. I became preoccupied with him over all others,
No longer crying over homelands, nor pausing for the guide.