1. My love is not in captivity
Except that she has made me her captive

2. She does not forget the one who binds her
Except by my being distraught with her memory

3. By God, her beauty is most generous
My agony comes from her eyes and their magic

4. She is radiant and white, with long dark tresses
As if made darker from her betrayal

5. Keeping her promises and breaking them too
Both when she is close and when far from me

6. As if her pacts were strung together
From my tears, her words, her mouth

7. I found passion for her in three things
That made restraint lose all its beauty

8. The slenderness of her waist and softness
Of her cheek and the slimness of her middle

9. Stingy even with an visiting shadow
Bearing perfume, crossing the darkened dusk

10. Cutting off with her glance every roaring lion
From behind the unkempt hair of her temple

11. O, beauty of swaying hips - if she would
Heal hearts after she had broken them

12. And an intoxication sunk in the depths
Of her pure waters, embers glowing

13. O how I see my soul misguided
By what lies in her lap and bosom

14. Shall I hope for kindness from her
When I have seen what rules her commands?

15. What beloved soul has she not tempted
And what eyes overflowing has she not led astray?

16. My sins are not so great to her
That she deny the stars of forgiveness

17. As if I said “favors are propped up”
While her words lacked even a full moon.