1. I bid you peace, O Salma, with yearning and peace
If a white, wrinkled veil stands between us

2. Why has the rose that guards you deprived me
On the day of parting, of the passionate, ardent one

3. It has not tasted what the sad one has tasted, nor delighted
In your love, ardor fills the enamored, infatuated one

4. It sought your eyelids, from the one whom falseness has betrayed
And described the specters of your love as not concerned

5. And unleashed the arrow of my heart on the day of Suwayqah
And the spear points from the sipping of those arrows

6. And an obstinate heart was tempted by the softness of the hand
Bitter exile and blocking the sweetly smiling one

7. I meet it smiling and weep from anguish
For the pearl is between dispersed and strung

8. And the night is clad in a necklace of stars
Shining with the youth of one not grown old

9. You allowed my murder while love is among its lawful
By the hand of beauty, killing the Muslim is lawful

10. So I wonder at the ignorance of the critic blaming
One who attributes the sun under a dark night

11. And the blenching of the two cheeks brought its number
So it appeared on the dress of perfect beauty

12. While I am poor for yearning, and rich with love
For ecstasy, and I am joyous for the destitute, deprived one