1. Moons of beauty from the Turks took refuge in me
If my soul longed for deliverance, may it not melt away

2. Their slender bodies leaned, their glances tempting
And they monopolized every stabbed and beaten one

3. They tightened their belts, let down their braids
Yet still we remained between stripped and robbed

4. How they tortured the heart with causeless fragmentation
It would not have harmed if they had cut with connection my torture

5. I raised my wine cup since they set up distance
My heart still not certain of drawing near me

6. How many of them resemble Joseph in beauty
And none but me suffers Jacob's sorrow

7. O critic! The shadow of your absence raved within me
Do you hope with your ignorance to refine me and rave at me?

8. I have tried those who blamed, I did not find them blameless
Let me be on ships that sail with me