1. Alas! Many a whisperer in your love, my blamer,
I have repelled, but they have not attained salvation.

2. So O you whose sides are occupied with him,
My excellence and corruption are with him, and my success.

3. Your excuse is my basil, and your eyes my narcissus,
And your cheek my apple, and your saliva my comfort.

4. And your cheeks my night, if I crave solitude,
So do not smile, the light of my dawn will shine.

5. O, how good you are! Your cheek grew roses
At the sight of him in the cup the light of sparks.

6. Your stature makes spears quiver by its wavering,
And the blackness of eyelids the whiteness of shining.

7. The glances' arrows missed from the bow of an eyebrow,
Your arrows are feathered with the wing of success.

8. To God we complain of a heart's burning
From the breath of sick eyelids' recovery.

9. We have not seen a Turk but you as a challenger
Debating heroes without other weaponry.

10. He whose breath is myrrh, his eyelids will be drunk,
And they are merry though losing consciousness.

11. My heart is surely obsessed with your Turkish charm,
So leave me with eggs like the eggs of ostriches.

12. The friends of Joseph never reached his extent,
So take it seriously without joking.

13. Do you not see the male peacocks with them
Ugly females encountered with salt.

14. I neither desire this nor that,
The winds refused to blow away my worries.