1. My wounded heart, and you are the sublime one
Rather you, O sweet of beauty, are my antidote

2. And your life, my sincere heart is infatuated
With you besides you it melts with yearning

3. For you it has a great status, glorious is its affair
You have shone and you are still the sublime one

4. I have tied it to you wherever you are in all of it
For you my beloved the presence of freedom

5. O you who turns away from me without a sin, so
Your glance towards me is an ember of burning

6. You have been excessive in torment without injustice, so
With you there is no mercy upon lovers

7. O night, I have been patient with your length sleepless
And my tears are flowing from the eyelids

8. And those who blame have departed, their caravan carries
With its cargo the white flower, Narcissus

9. They have taken the path and after them I have tears
That have watered the pebbles of the road for the narcissus

10. They have taken my heart, so it is among their belongings
Pledged, and from me they have melted the rest

11. And a gazelle among the caravan ignited my love
From it the gentle smiling radiance

12. How much it laughed when it saw me crying
And the plains were sprinkled with my dripping tears

13. And how much I mentioned to it concerns of its diversion
With its side, so it found sweet my enslavement

14. It possessed my slavery so it was excessive in harm
And lost the loftiness of my towering entitlement

15. It claimed the glories of beauty, but
The honor of perfection is noble manners