1. The red pen, my sister, as
In the balconies of imagination, my meeting with him

2. Where are my colors? My comb? My jewelry?
I am filled with longing like the storm

3. Hand me the dress from its closet
And bring me the finest brocade

4. Adorn me, beautify me, color me
Paint my pale fingernails, for I hasten

5. My fiery sock, did I save it?
From a hand about to sever it

6. I swear to God, in what I claim
My heart almost abandoned its place

7. Mercy! O Hind, shall I go to him
Dazed, swollen

8. Now, to our meeting place
A lofty, splendid forehead

9. A cloak that reaps the sun, an aura
And lips the color of all four seasons

10. I won't name him, though his name
Is the lute's strum, the farm's whisper

11. If I asked the feathers of his eyelids
Do I shield myself from cold with them? I'd pluck them out

12. Focus, O Hind, on my task, for on
The clouds of watching, my meeting with him