1. Do not say: you are the cure for the wound
You, my lady, are the sweet hope

2. Do not say: despair has saddened my heart
There is no blood in the words of lovers

3. Oh! Your face is a luxurious dream
In it there is the sorcery of ostentation from Babylon

4. From your rosy lips and cheek
And the rare musk, fragrances of desire

5. Your mellifluous voice is music
That has eternal melodies in the spaciousness of the spirit

6. Laziness of the eyes in the intimacy of love
And the flight of desires flows however it wishes

7. Lips full of water in blossom
The comb of honey in the most quenching satiation

8. Your tender breast is a visionary garden
And I am the rain in the night of winter

9. You are the world of beauty my mistress
And people’s foreheads bow in homage to you

10. You are the epitome of chaste femininity
And Laylatul Qadr has the sincerity of prayer

11. The beauty has ignited remnants of my youth
And passion has passed with the rest of pride

12. So consider me a bee, collecting
A drop of honey, and increase me in giving

13. And grant me a nightingale, muted
The days have silenced it, so it savored singing

14. A laden cloud, burdened
Patience has melted so it poured forth generously

15. Oh how delightful you are my lady!
Like a lamp in the night of the wretched

16. I am in love a confused moth
That landed in your garden, guest of the generous

17. So prepare for me from the villages of union
Morsels to wander between strangers

18. I wish this confession was an eternal silence
So the heart may rest from the toil

19. I wish the sea water was words of love
And the tide was the tears of poets

20. Oh! Reaching you is so hard!
If only it came after the wait of a lifetime

21. You are the symbol of love’s fertility goddess
You sow smiles in the longing and weeping

22. You are Venus that in my mind
Colored in union the line of conclusion

23. However life has an end
And nights of love have no ending

24. So if you touch the valleys of thirst
Water flows from the stones of drought

25. And if your eyes come towards me
Flowers bloom on the sand of desolation

26. Wipe my tears for I wander
Like someone lost calling out to their companions

27. And leave me to depict our meeting
On the page of fertility with the colors of encounter

28. Then pour joy into my grief
There is none but you for complaint, solace

29. I need you here today
The need of the destitute for the charity of the wealthy

30. My song is long so apologies, it’s enough
That in thirst of love we are equal

31. Except I’m a lover, and in his poetry
He confesses his complaints, and women conceal it

32. We are all in the prime of life an echo
And the rhymes of love are fundamental to the call