1. She rose like a full moon while eyelids still slumbered,
Walking with a gait that tests my patience, just to reach her,

2. And a waist - but it's the belt that captures eyes!
Drawing her train behind the galaxy's curve,

3. Flowing to meet the tears of the passionate, submissive lover,
Smiling from lips whose rhythm is perfection embodied,

4. Where glances wander safe from harm.
So who will quench my thirst with the wine of union?

5. For me the water of life has no spring!
And eyes that tell of her growth, eyes that see

6. Through the obvious witchery and clarify,
And eyebrows that narrate more woe than patience greatest,

7. Or are they lines of beauty traced thereon?
And cheeks that whisper of the tender rose's bloom -

8. Who ever plucked it? The thorns still hedge it round!
I'm tormented, with only my own reproaches to help me,

9. And no sympathizer, save the watchman, clarifying.
And folk, their endeavor went astray,

10. Each envious of the love my heart contains,
No intimate have I to console my wakefulness,

11. And my supporter lends no helping hand.
May God water the sea's gate with a shower, though

12. My tear, with its sprinkler, is treasure enough;
And with it may He bless a gazelle containing the light of my eyes,

13. The fire of my heart - while she's held in pawn.
Darling of a people who honor their guest,

14. Where a lover in sorrow is fortunate,
Who make the convent visitor feel at home

15. With hymns that melt the heart and make it yearn,
Serving wine as if its bubbles are a string of tears

16. Threaded by the eyelids and neatly strung.
The captor of glances, bewitcher of mankind,

17. Says to the youthful heart: "Be!" and it is.
Reminding - in the torment of a life, for one aware -

18. More can be said, but let that suffice.
She says: "Will you be content if you're the third?"

19. I said: "Yes, yes, karatsi bon!" - I'll take it!
From the spies I've hid her name within my heart,

20. But for all to see, through my eyes it's known.
In my verses I've clouded it from every critic -

21. My tokens of affection are hurt, though faithful.
So I've encoded it, hard to enumerate -

22. Four letters surely, six syllables in one line,
Drunk up through misreading, glad tidings for you!

23. Good fortune always, never to wane or change.
With you is a maiden, born of the dusk -

24. She adds luster to the night blossoms' adornment.
He described you, Abu Abdellah, with qualities

25. Making you the best, after the Companions.
May you remain as you wish, serving your pledge

26. With waves of happy fortune sparkling and delicious!