1. Had I not been burdened with passion,
I would not crave a drink from the cup of wine.

2. The perfume of musk flows on his rosy cheek,
Where water and fire mingle together.

3. And whatever madness has crept into me,
How could it possibly leave me and go away?

4. Though my eyelids have become languid, I still
Envy people their gaze falling upon him.

5. His beauty has conquered me, so that
My heart hoped he would shelter it, but he transgressed and did wrong.

6. Woe to the health of his eyelids,
And the sickness and reddening in them!

7. And woe to his two cheeks, whenever
The sideburn creeps upon them and revolves!

8. Is what lies under the black hair
Whiter than what lies under the loose strands?

9. It is like a stalk of chamomile, except
The sun at dawn rests upon its top.

10. And whenever I lose sight of his name,
I find it again in the roses and basil.