1. My love, O son of the blessed one
With whom the Sublime God spoke from the messengers

2. If the son of the suckling was tied after rubbing him
And after the squeezing of time whatever boredom was in it

3. I saw equals of silver and fingers
With henna on them, your complexion does not join

4. And I found in them the faces of the Romans above which
Are the curls of Zanj hair or the eyelids of Maqil

5. If they gathered around me, I would not hope with them
For the delicacies of all kinds of cooking and I would not be satisfied

6. Two contrasting lovers, night and day together
Bringing them together in a moment of land or less

7. Take me to two cheeks in the darkness of night
Purity on the ground of the tavern and to a boy

8. This is like a cheek influenced by coquetry
And that is like a temple above which it flowed