1. My heart is silenced, though wounded by his arrows,
Why then bloodstains upon his cheeks?

2. His veil entangled me in youth,
Flowing with saliva - separation made it sweetly smile.

3. He issues legal opinions, though his doctrine denies it,
Deeming lawful the sweet union, and killing a Muslim legal.

4. His golden cheek marked with a beauty spot,
Sings the praises of his mole to the deprived.

5. As if it were a gold coin in the hand of the noble,
And the full moon in the hand of night, like a silver coin.

6. Beauty is not made public, so it prances about
In a shining face under the darkness of night.

7. For his face is an embroidered brocade,
And a garment is deficient if unembroidered.

8. I spent the treasure of my tears in loving him
Even his reproacher and blamer.

9. And he dressed in the garb of sickness, silent,
Why then did he take off the adorned beauty?

10. He continues to shun me and denies access to his phantom
Until I resented the sleepy eyes their sleep.

11. If only I could erase the signs of darkness in the morning
Or awaken every worried soul.

12. And how often I rode to him in deep gloom at night
With my tears resembling the darkest gloom.

13. And the brown eyes of the living are not downcast
In them, and the face of fire is not veiled.

14. As if the rest of the stars were flames
A blossom strolling on a brimming vessel.

15. From every sleepless one, from every languishing eyelid,
From every anguished heart pining.

16. My friend wherever you sit secluded,
Rise, for misery is the ugliest mark.

17. The Indian sword knows not its edge,
Else it would not stir except in a determined right hand.

18. What do I, what do days have, diminished with them
My fortune, though they witnessed my precedence?