1. Her languid eyelids intoxicated with sickness,
Her cheeks flushed with the blush of wine.

2. Awaken at dawn, for night is but a branch,
And drink at morn, for it soon fades.

3. Turn away the cupbearer of joy with ease,
For her radiance turns even darkness to day.

4. She adorns herself with necklaces for us,
Borrowing the stars their glittering light.

5. If we saw Laila's saliva as a path,
We would extend our vision to none but it.

6. For it excels the radiance of stars, even if
The full moons and planets shine bright.

7. The pillows blaze around him like fire,
And the lids above him flare like torches.

8. My white hair's kindling protects him,
Having become camphor to the burning fervor.

9. He is harsher upon me than she, and more painful
Than her bent posture, though the benders relate.

10. I say the vows that have led my hair astray,
And nothing but loud cries led it astray.

11. O beauty, whose cheek outshines fine musk,
Whose mole excels even the golden dinar!

12. Do not wander, be generous, though a grain
Of your generosity excels a pile of gold.

13. Do not spurn me, his slave, for the generous man's slave
Is himself generous, and contends with the noble.

14. The landmarks shone through your beauty,
And the darkness turned into the dawn's glow.

15. Your ancestry from the Prophet's line are protectors
Whom God has never shown the like of among the great.

16. He brings forth pearls from the treasures of his meanings,
And from the copious sea of his generosity comes flowing generosity.

17. We celebrated on the eve of Eid with his ancestors -
Through them, Eid dispels poverty.

18. He surpassed others in beauty, just as
He surpassed in the beauty of restraint the bashful virgins.

19. May God increase you, O son of the land's finest,
In glorious courage and empowerment.

20. You have defended us from the visciousness of worries,
Why have you not expelled from us the deceitful spy?

21. Truly, Jabran you will not see, and God sees
No wicked man as vile as he is.

22. He has wearied people, after he was the most gentle of
People to people, stooping and bending low.

23. Whenever I say my living has arrived,
He sulks, lives not by words, and is perplexed.

24. And he has become forgetful, not as we knew him
Since he was small, bargaining with the perfumers.

25. He boasts of a fur coat in which he has wrapped
The vileness of his wicked soul to conceal it.

26. And a house in which the millstone of meanness turns,
It has become a den for immorality and corruption.

27. At night, fornicators gather light in it,
And thieves sleep there in daylight.

28. So turn away his obstinacy with the rod of exile,
And cleanse your sharp sword for vengeance.

29. Do not transgress your lofty principles,
Nor extinguish the flames of your might.