1. My soul was attached to her soul before our creation
And after we were but drops and in the cradle

2. It grew as we grew and became erect
So it's not severed even if we die

3. Rather, it remains despite every event
And visits us in the darkness of the grave and shroud

4. The raindrops almost scratch her skin
When she bathes with water, so delicate is her skin

5. And I long for the scent of her bosom
As Idris longed for the eternal Paradise

6. If she wore a dress of pure roses
It would scratch her skin and the rose petals

7. The silk garment weighs heavily on her for her tenderness
And she complains to her neighbors of the weight of the necklace

8. And I have mercy on her cheeks when I glimpse them
Lest my glance affect her cheek