1. Illness befell him, so he shunned his blamer,
Indeed, blame increases his pains.

2. Do not deny my joy towards the one with fever,
For the pigeon of my patience coos in its crooning.

3. Passion settled upon my excuse among those he caressed,
And his affection is like the dawn under its darkness.

4. How often have I walked wearing the garment of a female servant,
While he turns to look at me with a twist of his cheek.

5. The full moon does not need to make pilgrimage with what darkness ascends
Above my slanderers like its face and its front.

6. A gazelle, but the gazelle has no magic in its eyelids,
A branch, but the branch has no softness to its posture.

7. The one with the slender waist makes me melt with his continual leanness,
And the eyelid corrupts my health with its sickness.

8. His kissing competes with unique necklaces
In its abstinence, radiance, and organization.

9. Forever he disperses my passion with his dispersion,
And increases my thirst with goblet after goblet.

10. Like musk in its diffusion and honey in its taste,
And words that I see him and smell his fragrance.

11. Imagination sent dreams with the sleepless, oh if only
He would give freely with hallucinations and restrain his blame.

12. So the glance between his wakefulness and his sleep
Did not spend the night between his eyelids and his slumber.

13. How long did darkness live when it found his apparition?
And closing the eyes lived the time of his union and his intimacy.

14. Or it lived the promise of the virtuous one I reached out to,
Those white hands from his favor.