1. With what can the line of his cheek and his beauty be likened,
Except I likened the line of his cheek to his writing,

2. The piloting was written on the page of his cheek,
The pen of beauty so its condition was from its dot,

3. And the full moon passes in the desperate his action,
Everlastingly and the lover is not rewarded for his condition,

4. It captivates the minds with fingertips dyed,
Specifying the heart of the impassioned with its fragments.