1. With tender glances my heart is captivated and slain
By his rosy cheek that brought me delight and pain

2. I became like Yaqoob, longing and yearning for him
And he became my Yusuf, alas my longing in vain

3. By God, if he would visit me, oh what elation
Yet I am unworthy of his affection

4. When he turns his gaze, my strength starts to wane
As the crescent moon starts to curve and wane

5. How his glances make my heart ache and bleed
While my admiring eyes make his cheek flush red

6. His body is like water of such gentleness
But my heart for him burns with eagerness

7. O you who fills hearts with passion, have mercy
On this long suffering lover, his patience did tire

8. My ignorant critic questions my devotion for you
Adding to my burden, my longing renewed

9. Stop blaming me, do not add to my pain
My love for you is enough, do not rend me in twain

10. Beauty itself wrote with coyness and charm
On the apple of his cheek, sentences to entrance

11. As if he were a lover of his own beauty
When they met they just paused and stood unmovingly

12. His beauty exceeds all possible depiction
Leaving all who would describe it without conviction

13. The scorpions of his braided hair crawled down his cheek
Fearing the sting of his flame, they did not dare creep

14. So they turned away, fearing to be burned
If but fire made them fear, they would not have turned

15. We pluck the fruits of his beauty again and again
Yet from his cheeks the harvest will never wane