1. Your glory still ascends to the heavens
And the loftiness of your glory is guaranteed eternity

2. O gem of the brutal age, when it comes
The exalted ones glorify their time

3. O visitor, whose long clouds have extended
A shade over me, made from beauty, a little shade

4. And brought towards me gems of his words
That were strung into a garland crowning my temples

5. By my father and others besides my father, a crescent whose light
Hastens to glorify and extol

6. His gaze engraved on my courtyard
An engraving whose forms I erased with a kiss

7. And if I could, I would have carpeted where he stepped
With eyelids that see no kohl

8. And I would have scattered my soul after my hands took possession
And fallen at the home of his love, slain