1. Every beauty is a slave of the Merciful
But his heart is not merciful

2. How strange of me and of him, but what
Is stranger than a lion startled by a glance of an antelope

3. How can I free myself of my love for him
When he clung to me like a creditor

4. It is I whom the sickness of his eyelids
And his slender waist made my body frail

5. He scatters pearls when he speaks to me
From his mouth, and his mouth is a well-arranged pearl

6. He reveals the sun on the branch in
The delicate bend of the waist under a plump belly

7. His face and hair are the rising sun
Appearing from under the darkness of night

8. He remains generous when united, and when
Aloof and turning away from me, noble

9. He is the one whose love intoxicated me
And nothing remains for me except regret as a boon companion

10. Do not blame Jacob for his love
Of Joseph, for blaming is a grave sin

11. I see the one blaming me in passion
To be on a path that is not straight