1. Between the one who comes, O Slim, and me
Is it the light of dawn or the redness of lips?

2. Both have taken away joy, but
The most beautiful of them is the breeze blowing into the eyes.

3. My Lord, let them continue pleasure and clarity
And protect them from the agony of separation.

4. And bless me with an embrace from a writer
Whose radiance can erase the book of estrangement.

5. A moon that humbles his lover, should he say
“This is the third of two moons.”

6. Were it not for the outburst of his reproaches in parting
My eyes would not have seen the truest of dawns.