1. My beloved, how sweet is the purity of his beauty,
For that is the one I love, never bereft of his grace.

2. His cheek touched by the redness of ruby,
And the basil of perfume added its fragrance.

3. His forehead shines amongst all people,
A bright moon that never loses its splendor.

4. When the ignorant night looks upon his brilliance,
It says to the darkness, "Conceal and withdraw!"

5. He took from the falcon of daytime its whiteness,
So the raven of night flew away when it saw him.

6. And the Creator gave him the eyes of a gazelle,
Wary of the hunter's arrow poised to fly.

7. He has a slender waist without any corpulence,
We imagine it there but cannot see it.

8. His shoulders bear no heavier burden than camphor,
Though they demolished the strength of his lovers.

9. With the arches of his eyebrows he shows patience,
While they are weak, not displaying his love.

10. His cheek is a page of crystal, graced by shyness,
Adjoining it the star Suhail like a brother.

11. If he covers himself in silken robes,
He is a pomegranate garden, its fruits a delight.

12. What the people all love after this one,
Is against the faith of my heart, loving only him.

13. Ask my beloved for mercy to a lover surrendered,
Mercy amidst the fires of passion and longing.

14. Or seek out if his apparition proves difficult,
Some drops of my tears, perhaps I will see him.

15. And the sanctity of a love whose permanence I wished,
And bygone promises he did not intend to keep.

16. For none but you, my faith's life, am I a lover,
You are my heart, my purpose, my delight.