1. I ask about the fair prisoner in jail, her neighbor,
By her father's life, I am burdened,

2. And you are the prison and jail compared to her,
While I am locked up by one given authority.

3. My legs are shackled with heavy chains,
Binding when the steps approach calling out.

4. As if its nails were driven in while it was soft,
Like the tusks of an old elephant striking the trees aside.

5. She is a Yemeni who stirred my heart and entrusted it,
To the point my tears flow down my cheeks.

6. He is startled sometimes when she is mentioned to him,
Like a frightened herd of sheep.

7. And I wish you the first-aid from her and her home,
To the south of injustice, if she would forgive me and do me justice.

8. My luck and Hamzah guided me,
And luck has destinies that protect and dispose.

9. With the written fate, until she was inclined
By a soul that found her kind.

10. So I am unveiled in what I carry of her,
And if what is in me were known, it would be recognized.

11. And my heart has contained a love beyond what appeared,
If only my heart would be revealed from its passion.

12. I am true to her in love, like its measure,
When the feigned love is decreased and diminished.

13. She rises a little, then shows affection,
Like the gait of a captive, reluctantly crawling.

14. Of her whiteness, either what her gown conceals,
So she is chaste, or what is above it, so she is virtuous.

15. Like a tender branch above a soft sand,
Blown gently by the southern winds.

16. She has a wrist, a neck, and the cheek of a doe,
And belly when wrapped with a scarf, captured.

17. And sleepy eyes in a eyeliner of kohl,
With a mouth of drowsiness when she yawns.

18. A face like the full moon when it rose
Appearing in the darkness of night, shining.

19. And a mouth the darkness flows over, as if
When she smiles from plentiful water, dripping.

20. And I love the Azd sincerely for her love,
Over that, if I swear by God, I swear.

21. By the Lord of the obligatory gifts, her chests
She presented to God in pilgrimage, pausing.

22. If the fair one had looked at me, I would stand
Looking at her, even if she objected and turned away.

23. Dearer to myself than another relative
Who has a praiser in me, when he stands reciting poetry.