1. With lips sweeter than sweet wine
I kissed them though I sinned not

2. Beauty's water flows on his face
Fresher and more generous than Hatim

3. I try to touch him but he disappears
He who loves souls and they love him

4. I swear by him and by what his ribs conceal
The best who attracted my determination

5. I did not before your presence discern his person
Except at our festivals and seasons

6. And I saw in the beloved's house a maid
Like the sun, walking on legs

7. With many glances beneath her veil
The noonday sun in the arranger's necklaces

8. And she may come to you among maids
Who dot the circle of her face with dirhams