1. Do you not see the blushing rose cheeks
Like silver under gold

2. And in the folds, a mole underneath
Honey we longed for, honey of a mole

3. And then the palms turned red
With my blood, not my tears

4. I toss and turn so he walks and sways
His robes swishing as he pulls away

5. I did not sleep though I tried to
So the phantom I await would visit me

6. He scolded me for sleeping after him
If he only knew why, he'd not reproach me

7. He wronged us and was wrong yet feared not God
How strange is this

8. Oh you who wounded me, blood on your cheek
You are healed while I suffer

9. And you, oh wind of Nejd and Bayt
Take away my heart, those gales

10. I plead, if you pass the winding path
And the green dome among domes

11. And if he draws near you, then ask him for me
I plead, what is the matter and the cause?

12. I have reproach for him if he desires
And Nur al-Din has all requests

13. Our praise cannot reward a lifetime
Who can reward heavy rain once poured?

14. More generous than Hatim if he gifted
Braver than Antar if he leapt

15. A lion in battle yet
In the fray, a piercing spear

16. As if generosity were his twin
He is the brother of generosity, born of one mother and father