1. The Turks’ infatuation with boys is understandable,
And indulging it does not dissipate the soul.

2. They cared not for the pale or the dark-skinned,
With burning, sleepless eyes that hold no deceit.

3. I concealed my love for them for an age and revealed
A bloody passion that warns upon the cheek.

4. How many a wisp of down has toyed with me,
Who would turn gentleness itself to aversion and disgust!

5. He flashes his raven tresses above his cheek
In waves that offer me a bewildering choice.

6. He is like a moon that has appeared in the dusk,
And his hair threatened to overwhelm him in darkness.

7. My heart stole away in the night of poetry
Yearning and made drunk by the radiance of his face.

8. It lost its way in passion and cried out—
For that, they say, it may be forgiven.

9. You are not the first to be fooled by a moon.
How many before you were misled by moons!

10. O you who wraps his waist in a belt, repelling
The skirts' confusion from disturbing the heart!

11. I let down my hair when you took off your shirt,
For loosening what is bound is well known.