1. God has granted me a living I'm grateful for His grace
In Ghayda I complain of love yet she is fair

2. When her image stirs, fear stirs for she is perilous
Her branches are of supple myrtle

3. I looked at her with languid, weary eyes
Like a new moon rising, cleaving hearts in two

4. I looked at her while backbiters were distracted
And love enveloped all between us, conciliate

5. So do not deny my passion for her, I have known
Through love of her what others do not know

6. I almost grazed her cheek with my eyes
But God forbade it and today she weeps

7. I filled my eyes with all her beauty
The sun itself resembles her when famed

8. Nights we did not dread what might make us doubt
For the likes of her the sorrowful should grieve

9. She converses with me and I incline towards her
As though she had tilted me with gentle hands

10. She says, “Youth brings concord to lovers”
And I said, “Youth itself brings harmony”

11. The ignoramuses blame me for passion
If not for you I'd not be blamed

12. I awoke not knowing if ‘twas the saliva
Of her mouth or wine that moistened my lips

13. We slept as love and passion did ordain
While cups of wine through night fell and spilled over