1. My heart is ashamed of one so beautiful
Whose thoughts are filled with such sorrow

2. She who has afflicted me with such passion does not relent
Though her aversion and estrangement cause me distress

3. The heart reaps the fruits of its desire through glances
That roam her eyes like a garden

4. The gardens of beauty are ever in bloom
Each season made verdant by their grace

5. The soul cannot be sated drinking the wine of passion
For in her cheeks are the breath and fragrance of life

6. Harsh and angry at his lovers, when will he show
Mercy and goodwill upon me?

7. His thighs are fleshy, sated, moist
His waist slender, needy, thirsty

8. When his serpentine curls sway no wonder -
A snake sways atop the sandy dune

9. His dark lashes, white cheeks are swords
Indeed, swords themselves are lashes