1. I heed not the blame of those who chide
When they reproach my love for Haytham

2. He has captured all beauty in his captivity
His glance strays not, forever intent

3. He is Muslim, yet did not refrain
From slaying his loving Muslim kin

4. For his height and his glance, I incline to the
Spear's point, thrusting, never relenting

5. For the lethality of his gaze on his gaze I see
I kiss every sharp bloodstained sword

6. The fall of arrows excites me and their pull
When he sends glances like arrows flown

7. He who by them a number has sacrificed
To ravage the tightly clasped pearl's hoard