1. The slumber of your eyes acquits them of blame
I was not struck, rather it was fate that struck

2. God in a pouring soul covers them
The destinations of fate, no foot has moved to

3. And holds back from his baptised heart their arrows
Is not your pact in it a seed and blood

4. Ask a gazelle that raided my heart with its eyebrow
Has not the sword sufficed that the pen be unsheathed

5. And ask him to what extent the fire of his aloofness
Has not the fire of cheeks sufficed

6. And ask him for a hand once in a lifetime
And smooth his excuse for me if he deprives

7. And do not see it as injustice that he loses me
He who loses his owned honor does no injustice