1. Alluring is she, rousing passion,
Upon her the gazelle grazes.

2. With every blink of his eyes upon her,
He strikes with arrows each part.

3. No other gazelle is like this one,
A gazelle of cheek and mole,

4. Nor a shining forehead,
Upon which the crescent glows,

5. Nor a swaying, slender waist,
Like a balanced branch.

6. Nor smooth cheeks,
As beautiful as the morn.

7. Nor words like my poetry,
Of love, lawful magic.

8. O you who reap abundantly,
Has this beauty deluded you?

9. Beauty, O Rim, will one day,
Decline, despite you.

10. You think you are like Chosroes,
Men are captive before you,

11. Or that mountains bow,
Beneath your feet when you stroll.

12. Your capriciousness has wearied me,
Let this flirtation suffice.

13. Leave your tyranny and show mercy,
For time brings separation.

14. Consider the day you see
This smoothness become coarse.

15. And how many return poor,
When wealth makes them haughty?

16. Beauty ascends and passions flare,
If adorned by qualities.

17. So be gentle with beauty,
This existence is but shadows.