1. His passion lies beneath ragged blankets,
And the seeker of pearls is not fooled by shells.

2. And intimations in his manners have told me
About him, as a title page tells of books.

3. And of the signs of beauty in him I saw
What was not from the glance of another concealed.

4. So I deemed cheap what he showed of defects in him
And refuted what he hid of fraud in himself.

5. Until when the meaning of his beauty was complete
And appeared like the full moon in the darkness, or like the sun at dawn,

6. And it shone like a polished sword, its purity
Seeking out any speck, however slight.

7. And the water of life flowed on his face
As the water of life flows in a fresh garden.

8. And beauty begot houris in his eyes
And increased the charm that was in his body.

9. With him, the eyes of jealous detractors
Became wakeful, gazing at him with unblinking eyes.

10. And every friend was pleased at my anger with him
And every gentle soul hoped for my affection.

11. O you men! Is there no defender of love
To aid the weakness of every loving soul?

12. How good life would be were it not for the fact
That its traveler becomes the target of people's schemes.