1. Had you tasted the sweetness of innocent love,
You would have stayed with whom I love, O innocent one.

2. If your eyes saw the face of my tormentor
Who visited me after estrangement and separation,

3. You would have seen how my heart welcomes him,
While Ali's sword is in Abu Bakr's sheath.

4. Graceful he is, his branch and forehead are shown to us
Like darkness's tent with the moon's halo beneath.

5. Tan as calligraphy, blue are his eyes,
Like the blueness of lances over tan.

6. I mixed the softness of love's complaint with his reproach,
So it was as if I mixed water with wine.

7. I enjoyed the shade of confession, even if
It brought the danger of aloofness when I offered my excuse.