1. I let you go and rested from blame,
And from reproach that prolongs discourse.

2. And I used to love the gazelle's love,
The sick-eyed one, without sickness.

3. You say, did he flee from Rida's pleasure,
Or does he have beauty other than people's beauty?

4. Beauty was never complete for other than him,
By your father, or for the full moon.

5. And the night he visited me and the night spread
On the horizons the blankets of darkness,

6. And morning was shy to appear,
So he made it appear with what's under the veil.

7. They said wine is forbidden, O cup of wine,
And who gave you, O cup of wine?