1. My nightingales have stirred up yearning in me,
And dragged the passion of their lovers in chains.

2. And the apricot tree in the garden has blossomed,
But where is the apricot, for one to pluck?

3. If the hand of Ahmed would clasp a man’s hand,
It would be like plucking her apricots.

4. A generous man complained of his right hand to the clouds,
What a generous cloud you are, excellent in character.

5. She divides her talents among her excellent ladies,
Giving to those who praise her and to those with virtues.

6. She teaches them the craft of melodious poetry,
What minds she has stirred up with her wits!

7. Above the seven planets his virtue reigns supreme,
Ceaselessly possessed of mighty influence.