1. How splendid is he whose cheek is struck when he speaks,
And whose bright face the full moon conceals when he smiles,

2. And whose glances have swords sheathed,
And whose cloak is disturbed by branches,

3. A full moon but the heart's core is inhabited by blackness,
And his beauty plundered by roving eyes,

4. Remote from home, veiled from union,
And the heart of his lover depressed by firmness,

5. He is firm yet our condition is the same,
But he distances himself and comes near,

6. I crossed the empty deserts and wilderness
To heal the heart that sadness has touched,

7. My only desire is to return to the lands of the beloved, I have no other wish,
And my outstanding merit has spread through the lands, far and near,

8. I have uncovered it from veils,
But did not attain what I had sought,

9. From the lands, and it was proper behavior that prevented me.