1. I gaze at the stars of the night, longing for those faces,
They appear in the night of separation like stars,

2. When my eyelids shed tears westward,
Kindling the embers of my passion with it and igniting,

3. By God, days in Hizwa have passed,
Leaving my love in my heart that will never pass,

4. Seasons of beauty, how long has love resided in it,
With no chaperone for the lovers, a season,

5. I plucked roses in it and a garden,
And kissed the pretty one smiling,

6. And embraced the fragrant basil branch,
Embracing it intoxicated and swaying,

7. Let the living go wherever he wants and dwell,
He dwelt in the heart of the infatuated and camped,

8. When the handsome one smiles and his molar flashes,
He is generous with lands and drawings,

9. May the hand of habit restore the cloak of company it scattered,
As the longing one desired, systematic,

10. O Lord a night I spent intoxicated in it,
Caressing the docile gazelle,

11. A fawn greeting us with the rose of his cheek,
And I sipped the two wines, pure and mixed,

12. I had bliss and contentment with him,
But the lips were prohibited to touch,

13. Ghada, O chest, tight embrace,
Her beauty consoles and her glances accuse,

14. When the train of her dress stirs around her waist,
It elucidates and her anklet starts babbling,

15. The maidens sing melodies of passion,
She expresses her moaning through it mumbling,

16. My tears from my heart flowed and dyed,
The beautiful cheek garden when,

17. A unique beauty that shames the rising moon,
When it faces the moon in the sky,

18. She shed my blood without sin and made me
Pacified, even if the time is prohibited,

19. With a glance, cheek, attention and look,
She knew it, so Reyem negotiated,

20. And a waist that lent the body sickness, and a cheek
That lent my heart an ember thus igniting,

21. So O you who described, I have described witnesses,
And O you who described a waist, you imagined,

22. She concealed her love, but tears
Flowed, revealing the concealed passion,

23. If the slanderer prevents his talk,
The innards do not prevent speaking,

24. I argue with my heart, solace, so it tells me:
You accepted the sword of the glance judging among us,

25. On her necklace as if unique
Was from the lips or composed from its chanting,

26. She wore the garment of beauty glittering,
As she wore the garment of silk, starry,

27. Do you see the flooding of tears in the eye a trait,
With what you do not see, but the ardent afflicted?

28. The thorns of her cheek protected the rose of it,
For her lovers to taste and kiss,

29. And she sends in her buttocks the roses of her hair,
So it flows in the soft sand finely crumbled,

30. And how many ardent lovers like me,
Passion threw just as I did to become infatuated,

31. I try to appease my yearning heart, and what an ardent afflicted one,
Who obeyed the solace of loved ones infatuated,

32. I walk and the lightning flash lights the darkness of night,
So I think it is the smile of the beloved,

33. The scent of perfume rises, its musk exuding,
When the morning breeze blows gently,

34. I recall the days of love and its bliss,
So my tears flow with the recollection of the past as blood,

35. When the deer of Kanaas cried with its glance,
Hunting from the lion of the lair violently,

36. And it did not know who destroyed its flock’s eyes,
Were it glancing or were it shooting arrows?

37. And I have not seen glances as departures,
Your departure from us, wronging and wronged,

38. It protects and guards the eye lest it accepts the wine,
Remembering the days of youth that passed,

39. So greet it if the rain cloud did not water it,
The palm of generosity will bestow it generously,

40. And in the rain there is watering for the land, however I
Saw the hands more generous,

41. What is upon them if they favour and pardon,
An illusion that befalls me in peace?

42. Without our meeting, my jealousy surrounds it,
And prevents even the optimistic onlooker,

43. Its chambers are locked with iron,
If even a lion dared to approach it, it would refrain,

44. Did they intend by the name of the King,
So the lion of the lair feared and refrained from approaching?

45. When heroes frowned in war,
It smiled at them smiling,

46. And crows are glad during his conquests,
For they are with the banners hovering,

47. Trusting that victory guides his army,
So from the corpses of enemies they seek food,

48. He returns from the great victory victorious,
And did not gain except virtues as spoils,

49. And delegations enjoy the meadow of his good news,
So it meets in the sea of his generosity abundant,

50. Thoughts were divided in praising him as
His abundance was divided among delegations apportioned,

51. His regiments are books that drag
The fluttering standards of enemies in horror,