1. In the cheek of the one I love is the best beauty
My eyes are adorned by it and my heart is delighted

2. He whose creator be glorified, none could equal
The hand of a weaver could not match his work

3. From the bow of his eyebrow he glanced at me when he was pleased
And hit me with arrows of great desire

4. His promise of union is a brilliant lightning
And his threat of separation fulfills its purpose

5. It is as if his eyebrow from which he shot
Is a bow strung by the hand of a warrior invader

6. He who is foremost in hearts
And all others are relegated behind

7. So his firmness has made his youth resemble
The bow of the sky in its distinctive excellence

8. No bow except that which his right hand strung
Far between is the sword and the bowstring

9. He alone is the essence in the craft
While others parade in pretentious clothes

10. Awake he is the master, not defending
His glory with a partisan or ally

11. With drawing arrows fly in the hearts
Like eyelashes when blinked with kohl

12. His noble character is generosity so he is not
A slanderer or fault finder

13. He spent and exhausted what he had for his chastity
While others are lords of stores and warehouses

14. Wealth is only what you gain by it of highness
From a well-bred horse or a firm statuette

15. And he is the one who punished the craftsmen for
Disturbing when he came with miracles

16. He remained vigilant in earning highness
As if he is a falcon on a gauntlet

17. My God reward him for drinking joy
The best reward for You are the best Requiter

18. Indeed gallantry from him is prevailing with
A raging sword like destiny's decree

19. And the cup in his right hand tells of a ship
In the waves of a turbulent clamorous sea