1. Enough that I have spent the night sleepless,
And that my heart harbors only sickness.

2. More deserving of blame is he who asks
For a picture, replicating speech.

3. The image of dwellings brings a smile,
Though ruined by the ravages of time.

4. More lasting than their bricks is what remains
Of a body, two orbits of wisdom.

5. The lute now dons the earth's dustgarb
Bereft of blossoms, fresh dew and youth.

6. Yet in me still lives, with the soul of vines,
A body weathered by the winds of cares.

7. Of those whose cheeks were recalled by dancers,
A lover's face still smiles at me.

8. It cast its shade on one numbed cheek
Taking me from my parting to my feet.

9. Grey hairs could not diminish its grace,
Nor, bent, its stature shorten over time.

10. In breasts it does as daylight does to darkness,
Should we restrain it, clouds rise for its sake.

11. The hand of Solomon brought bounty raining down,
At times unleashing vengeance and wrath.

12. O cream of drinking and scion of cream!
Gabriel who dispels the gloom of anguish!

13. My tongue is still describing your perfection,
O son of the hunt, though my powers fail me,

14. And though I offer nothing but excuses,
Were I to speak, before all other tongues.