1. My brother Hifaz, the glorious one
Of sweet dispositions, flawless

2. I called him while the night had
Vanquished dawn’s rule

3. O friend, I complain of the sweetness of
The eyes that glance from beneath the veil

4. Through them I was exposed, and her love
Spreads among people, exposing me

5. Yet she bears no fault, no fault at all
A glance like spearheads

6. That always wounds the heart
So my heart is wounded on all sides

7. The gardens of the dark-eyed maid
Overflow with virtue and generosity

8. Why do I possess nothing when I was no miser?
And you lack no generosity or grace

9. Yet you were stingy, though your people are no misers