1. Drink from the rose of the cheeks and sing to me
And if you don't water me, you have served the cup of separation

2. And unleash the glances between its meadows
And beware the killings of those eyes

3. The sleepy ones think them weak
Yet their swords reap whoever they target

4. And the gentle ones wearing cloaks
So the shy one has a clear excuse

5. What are those buttocks under their wrappings
But they are the dunes under the branches

6. The passionate have burdened me, how much have I shed
Tears like the days of loss, colorful

7. How much sun has declined from me at dawn
And how much moon has walked away in its setting

8. And sing, like a gazelle trained to the rhythm
Of a swaying gait and languorous eyes

9. My eyelid that returns the seeings wearily
Burdened by its droopy and drowsy lid

10. And my eye has sinned by seeing others
Foolishly, and the tears delimit the barrier

11. There remains no room in my heart for his love
So if I die by accident, I won't grieve

12. And I’ve hidden love from the rebuker
But the tongue of tears cannot be silenced

13. A glance blows to my heart, harming and caring
So wondrous is the glance of the harmful caregiver

14. I complain to him what I suffer from him
A heart that’s harsh to me, yet gentle concern

15. O people missing his grace
It wounded my soul, but did no bodily harm

16. The torment of his absence taught me after passion
Else I wouldn't have realized had I found what I sought

17. I was banned from solace and ease
So I walked the most dreadful path of love

18. If you saw my distress, you would be shocked
A living corpse wrapped in clothes

19. Restrain, o night stars, do not rise for long
And halt, o horses of tears

20. And cease, o fawn of blame, blaming Sa'd
Perhaps one day I will say to you: Console me

21. I blamed time when I thought we'd part
Little did I know the gravity of parting

22. And bring to my hearing their sweet talk
For often their conversation would thrill me

23. Greetings, your war did not benefit my hearing
And if you fall short of wronging me, then be kind

24. Perhaps a day will come when our censor's absent
And we'd be like rainwater, turbid

25. Where the pond overflows with etching
By the palm fronds breeze in its basin

26. And Douh's grapevines shake
With the beautiful singing, fine and good

27. Inclining from every bend, like incense
From the joy of youth to the alluring coyness

28. Between a mouth with gap teeth
And a forehead with dimples by the breeze

29. And the faces of those meadows are radiant
Gazelles balanced by the water of their eyes

30. The land dons a green gown
And the sky comes out in a darker cloak