1. In love there is rapture and torment,
And in it, O people, wonders abound.

2. He who has not tasted love, I say
I have of love experiences profound.

3. The lover's mark is on his face,
"This is love's captive" it spells out.

4. And desire has snares upon the staircase
Of lovers spread about.

5. Until when a lover passes by him
And now to man is desire allowed,

6. He says to him, with a yearning eye:
It toys with him, and patience is subdued.

7. He has no flaw but his kindness,
By my father, his flaw is kindness itself!

8. He berates my honor, but I guard his,
Thus is the beloved berated himself.