1. The imagination has arrived, and from you it has flung affection,
This visit will not count as attainment,

2. The imagination has visited, so do not be fooled in infatuation,
Far be it from your beauty to be just imagination,

3. I used to doubt you, O full moon of the night,
Until I saw you behind the veil as a crescent,

4. And composing poetry taught me more
To increase my love for you, that from it I earn wealth,

5. It is my impetus toward the prince, an ambition
That carried to him his prayers and hopes,

6. And the vigor of poets in praise and in
Gift-giving, gathering pride and attainment,

7. They have given you proverbs in their poems
But I give you the proverbs with my poems