1. The ascent of old age and the sword of darkening,
Has ruled, ruled over passion in my mind,

2. Oh my people! My blood has borne a heavy burden,
Gada is burdened by the weight of her jewelry,

3. Her erected posture wrongs me,
My war is with her erect posture,

4. Whenever she thought my heart calmed,
Agony made the cheek flow with tears,

5. Her waist enlivens but her buttocks,
Always overpower it with laziness,

6. The slave girl glanced at me from her eyelids,
So she bent the branch of the ripe palm tree,

7. I do not know, is it a moon in a fort
Or what I see a doll in a temple,

8. I asked my body about its dweller,
And to ask is ignorance for the searcher,

9. How much did the sick covenant betray me,
About my blood on her cheek out of shyness,

10. Her beauty forcibly kissing has power,
And so is the case of the beginning of dynasties,

11. Oh parted one while my heart is your abode,
Moving homes is not the norm,

12. Blame me as an unmarried man who does not know,
The sign of passion with a flowing cheek,

13. Wearing a gown reciting elegy to us at night and noon,
Reciting while the day dawns,

14. Stingily guarding beauty and what,
Beauty is not guarded like stinginess,

15. His glances protect its water and likewise,
The bees’ needles guard the honey,

16. His cheek went to bloody our eyes,
As it bleeds with pouring tears,

17. Oh what a glance that rose bloodying my eyelids,
You are but the death of me,

18. Oh you who ask about the feverish people,
My hopes in them have failed, do not fail,

19. I have a young, excusable obsession for them,
That distracted me from listening to blame,

20. How many gazelles tempted by his glances,
To my heart and the spinning of my thoughts,

21. Their supple branches forbid the bud of the vine,
And they protected the eggs of the sandgrouse with care,

22. Every fainthearted of glancing eyes,
A warrior who kills with the might of heroes,

23. With faces that copied the verses of darkness,
Like guidance yet they are the misguidance of the misguided,

24. And if the sun of morn disappears,
Suns of dusk rise from it,

25. Strange how a mind was violated,
While under the shade of the best king,