1. The lining of the day of union makes it
Beneath clothes, and you have put on clothes

2. The bosom of your embrace is neither a virgin nor half
It turns you into delicate, smooth velvet, not coarse

3. Swaying, advancing, retreating
Laid down, a curly forelock, wide lips

4. She glanced at me with the eye of a gazelle beneath its lotus tree
One day she felt some mischief and winked

5. With a generous, noble cheek adorned by a twig
The ruby almost sets it aflame

6. When you fancy her after sleep has disturbed her composure
It awakens the fragrance of sweet flagrances, a torment

7. Days pass by us about cold, poised ones
Its flavor by night seems to be flames

8. When the spittle dries after the wine and disappears
And the saliva makes the mouths eloquent

9. The provisions of a departing beauty flowed
With sugar and wine that aged and fermented