1. What is wrong if the morning breeze relates the tales of my passion so very clearly,
And why should my tears conceal my love when they speak so openly of the secrets of my passion.

2. My eyelids were sleepless the night I intended,
A shining lantern with inflammation kept me awake.

3. And my tears revealed the secret of passion,
So that the more I try to hide it, the more clearly it shows.

4. Thus, the tears in my eyes never ceased to pour down
And the agony of my passion cannot be extinguished or calmed.

5. Can I now conceal my love when the secret of my passion has become exposed?
I am infatuated with a gazelle whose eyes have always been sick, causing distress to the healthy.

6. With his height and glances he continues to destroy both the dark-skinned and the fair complexioned.
His glances dishonor the eggs of the grouse and his height belittles the spears of warriors.

7. He smiles with dimpled cheeks like the buds blossoming in a meadow.
And his moles have become as fragrant as the blossoms when they bloom.

8. I have shed my chastity in love, so would there be any sin in doing so?
The ardent lover cannot be blamed in his love, for youth pays no heed to censure.

9. O the one whom God rebuke for estrangement when rejection has become unjust and false!
How can I endure patience from his love when most of my patience is already shattered?

10. There is no sin upon the lover if he lowers his wings in love toward the beloved.
I made him the judge, so his judgment, if sound to me, is good.

11. A gazelle, when I remember him, I bend with comfort like a branch.
His glance among lovers has the impact of an Indian sword on the day of battle.

12. He rivals a slender branch when it is bent, and outshines the full moon when it shines.
Union with him is my heart's content, separation from him is accessible bathhouse.

13. I will seek his proximity after intention, for the difficult terrain may soften after rigidness.
I crafted my verses in his description as the immaculate gardens crafted their blossoms.

14. Maybe it will extinguish the fire of passion with its cool, delicate, and soothing radiance.
For the heart inclines toward him whenever the morning breezes blow.