1. Your love in my heart is sweeter than wishes
And your memory more delicious than honey during life's joys

2. So I have no need for the fruits produced
By the tall palm trees and the children

3. But indeed when you reminded me of the noble qualities
You made excellence obligatory for the guided one over the cradle of the guided one

4. Your gifts have come to us, for which we could find
No reciprocation except gratitude garlanded with praise

5. Jeweled chokers whose holes
Are strung with amber beads arranged in a necklace

6. Surely the produce of bees and date palms is one
Is there any difference between the shape of ‘h’ and ‘kh’?

7. They came in a box as if it were
Made of Egyptian reed displaying its coldness

8. The craftsman’s palm predetermined their perfection
Like the arrangement of nails in a bracelet

9. They cling together like the embrace of loved ones
We only take them gently

10. If the fingers separate them, they cling
To the sun's rays, fearing distance

11. Another was embodied in a glass flask
As a lantern encompasses the burning wick

12. They removed its hard heart and sheltered in its place
One delicate, though equal in color and size

13. By God, I don’t know, is that transparent
Foam or molded from foam?

14. Weeping for their separation, some atop others
Blood incarnated in the dye of flesh and skin

15. And with saffron they took on more color
The beautiful woman is not averse to rosy cheeks

16. Are those flasks or treasure stores
Filled with unique amber and roses?

17. When palms turn them over in wonder
The observer imagines they are playing with dice

18. And one whose flame can be ignited by its color
Molded from the essence of solid rock

19. Its ribs aligned as a model
Of the two-horned one’s in pillars of granite

20. An enemy of blemishes in whiteness as if
The color of old age had pledged against it

21. And nothing has perfumed clothes like a gift
Above musk, camphor, aloeswood, and ambergris

22. Hands that came in quick succession as if
Sparks the palms released from flint

23. And I, incapable of gratitude, ask
For aid from the one who spoke to people in the cradle