1. One of the maidens shed the light of her braids,
And so he became lost and not worthless.

2. Death came to him while he was unarmed and dismayed,
Bearing a hidden sword, with his weapon revealed.

3. A youth - if you glance at the nape of his robe,
You will see on it evidence of struggles.

4. He wipes the saddle with sweet musk,
Flowing over the saddle like chains.

5. It matters not to him in fine garments or coarse
Whether he folds his sleeve or in thin veils.

6. And it pained the noble ones that he was prevented
From his swords and his resolutions and efforts.

7. He was stripped of his coat of mail by the sword resolutely,
And did not shy from exposure or attainment.

8. So he was loved by one who rode but did not march,
Staying, though his garb was a foot soldier’s.

9. He scents the breezes with his perfume,
And those breaths were fragrant from that bouquet.

10. It was destined and the sword was not meant
To be blunted except by the blood of the virtuous.

11. It has placed you in the highest place,
To save you from the constriction of earth and conflict.

12. There is no shame in what exposed you, but rather
The breadth of your chest narrowed dwelling places.