1. I weep for the tenderness of her supple waist
My heart is harsh towards the enamoured one and his severity

2. Strange are my eyelids with the abundance of his tears
In them, yet my heart has little share

3. My tears flowed at the complaint of his estrangement
And his watcher, as if from his recital

4. Unbending in his passion, he pays no heed
To the rebuke of the lover and his preaching

5. He meets enemies under the flashes of his eyelids
In the spear of his stature and the blade of his glance