1. Do you not see the caravan of clouds being led
And its tears flowing between the gardens

2. The robe of the breeze has been adorned with dew
But the robes of clouds are all torn

3. I have a kind of basil you would love
And a cup noisy like the anklets of a beauty

4. A man of literature, excellent are the works of his hands
But the meanings of his poetry in him are subtle

5. We will have from his prose and verse forever
Wondrous beauties that have no equal

6. Over his rosy cheek hangs a dangling earring
Strands dyed with the color of shy modesty

7. The eyes of lovers have encircled his waist
So they are his belt under the belt

8. Prose has been strung as necklaces over us
A gilded and ornate necklace

9. Our chamber between the clouds comes together
Over it are porches and a hall

10. Indian visitors shared its ceiling
Their steps light on the heart of the boon companion

11. Foreigners delight in argument as if they are
Sinful Zanj slave girls aroused by separation

12. They have made friends with us with the intimacy of slave girls
Yet their nature is betrayal and abandonment

13. Being together, and roses on their branches
Departure, when parting from them happens

14. So visit youths, the coolness of drink is with them
Intimacy, when you leave them, and separation

15. When the morals of a friend become well-known
No creature has the right to spurn the Creator