1. You granted me affection when it was a child, but it has now grown
And you have shown me a body of affection that is desolate

2. I see the fruit of beauty that I had planted
On the roof of branches full of fruits

3. And I have in my chest, my friend, from the agony of passion
A burning I know not whether it is embers or burning

4. So cure an illness from it spreading in the body
As beauty has spread on the plains of your face

5. And I swear if you appeared to a keen observer’s eye
You would truly dazzle names that are dazzling