1. My love's cheek is protected, stern of glance
His severity softened by the subtlety of his words

2. With a branch simply embracing his hips he is blessed
Why have I not gained his fortune as told my fortune?

3. Wondrous in meaning, the moons'
Best

4. His glance has been gentle to us, and his words
Best

5. He has attained meanings by uniting opposites
Of water and fire held in the page of his cheek

6. And the separation that split the night of his curled locks
Has become, for all, joining misguidance with guidance

7. By the branch of his night-dark hair
It is manifested

8. And by the parting of his dawn-bright forelock
It is evident

9. Does he who spent the night doubting our love know
What the Arabs suffered from the gazes of the Turks?

10. My patience has waned, I have no strength to leave
The sick eyes threw me into arduous strife

11. I was captivated by a dear one from
the Turks, his eyes

12. With a slender, delicate build from
sorrows, gentlest

13. Say to him who spent the night with coy lids
Why do I see his glance as a heart-piercing sword?

14. Faithfulness is not conditional on your beauty increasing my sorrow
Since my spirit's creation was perfected by the Giver of Beauty

15. So from a seed of the heart
the beauty spot formed

16. As from the blood of the two
cheeks, color formed

17. O you whose glance has melted me, if you guide to truth
I would not have moved to one who became possessor of my comfort

18. A moon not content without my heart on the horizon
Who appeases me with it, though I did not consent to passion

19. And the authority of your beauty
Has taken root in my heart

20. And made its home in the depths
of my heart

21. When my love came to visit without appointment
I made the night gentle with what gentled from my threshold

22. I show from the gentle chiding what gentled to my heart
Until the east spread what the hand of west had folded

23. And I complain with words that
entrance intellects

24. And weep with tears that
draw the skies to heed

25. How many beauties became, in their passion for him, like me
My reproach melting him and mocking my reason

26. She said, "Do not question the Lord of Beauty about His act"
If only the nights would gift me union with Him

27. As if we leave His reproach
and act otherwise than this art

28. And that which is between us
be buried