1. My cup prevailed, though it was lofty, and my cup
My woe turned away, and my profit drew near.

2. When I see the brilliant sun in the morning
Under the night of Ibn Subhi's hair,

3. Brandishing the edge of a sword in its sheath,
Opening from his stature the length of a spear,

4. If his face contained all beauty,
Then my blame contained all ugliness.

5. O my tears, flow plentifully down my cheek in love-pain!
There is no justice in love that you should be stingy.

6. He who bends not in mail with sword, helmet, and spear,
Is no lover of peace.

7. He transgressed the law, shedding people's blood unlawfully,
So in him desire is of ample extent.

8. His black eyelids have intoxicated us, yet
Unleash, O preacher of my advice, the white swords!

9. If a blamer returns to blame,
I spare not his ear with sarcasm.

10. The glance all but takes away the mouth with the eyes,
And the charming glance is enchanting at a glance.

11. God did not prevent him from union in avarice,
Yet he, despite that, prospers in withholding.

12. My fasting from him is like Christians' fasting -
Would that I knew when I shall see the feast of my desire!