1. My soul is humbled by love of the pampered one,
Will the gentle one not have pity on the humbled one?

2. If she turns to me she kills me, if she leaves I pine,
By the patron of the protected, the erect guardian.

3. In her love I have not ceased being afflicted,
By the love of she who debases me, the humbler.

4. With me is intoxication and infatuation,
In her love, even if blamed and reproached.

5. From the bow of her eyebrow she shot when she glanced,
At my heart with a look, how fatal her arrow!

6. Her buttocks are like the undulating sand dune,
Swayed by the breeze, its ridges in waves.

7. Her glances promised none shall escape her,
Except her glance strikes him down slain.

8. I said, “Kill me and ease me of the agony,
Of a soul charged with love gone mad.”

9. She said, “Your torment before your murder is my desire.
To kill you hastily, how simple that would be!”

10. She understood the edict of injustice, with the cunning
Of the chief minister, made equitable by none.

11. With a glance from her chastity returns to him,
Hopeful of gifts, answers to prayers.

12. And to the sincere protector seek help,
Against a time heavy upon me casting its chains.

13. She kept company with the companion Ibn Ali
So if the earth itself shook, her chastity stood firm.

14. And I put my hope in my God, His grace,
He who no servant has hoped in Him in vain.

15. In the judge, the minister, is a secret,
By it he attained the highest station from Him.

16. And when gifts from others are delayed,
His gifts come rushing, hastened.

17. Never a day passes but by his generous deeds,
By them its length is great, and greater still.