1. The doves of the garden, what is this twittering -
Is it from an awakener, or your imitation of me?

2. Our sighs and your sighs, the wings of night concur.
And for us the preoccupations are roses and myrtles.

3. If the voice of the little one satisfies you,
Then my heart has an excuse in love's rebuttal.

4. The fire of my heart was astonished at its composure
And from my eyelids a tear complained and whimpered.

5. And sorrow remains as I was accustomed to it,
Even if recurring Eid after its absence is Eid.

6. The gazelle, hopeful for his wound's recovery,
Except for he who was wounded by the black eyes.

7. I have, for the censurers, a sprinkling of minds' terror -
His standing is clear, and the heart stoic.

8. If the wind passed, narrating his locks,
Nothing would remain of a past, then forgotten pact.

9. But it prohibited it from his resting places -
Fearing the streamers the sentinels cast down.

10. Of the heroes the distinguished ones, who have
A banner of beauty raised over the moons.

11. We are the wrong-doers, whether they be unjust or fair,
And they do not see praised but what is extolled.

12. And humiliation is nobler than honor in their love,
And the evil of their estrangement is a flock of sheep or goats.

13. Do not accompany any but the free if you gain them,
And what is other, if you try, is vexation.