1. An idol upon which the polish of youth still shines
Fresh as the water of youth, cheeks still rosy

2. His neck straight as a spear, deadly to the foe
But his blue-eyed gaze is gentle

3. His pleasure faded and life grew cold
Clear and simple though torn by events

4. The cup in his hand passed around while between us
Reproaches that made the ears burn

5. On a night when time was kind
A night whose nearness was fragrant

6. Never before had I enjoyed such bliss
As if all wishing was made real

7. Praise God for such sweet incense I offered up
Before the bright dawn could embitter it

8. By my father and mother, if I reproached him
I knew not what words I could speak

9. The son of Muqla had no quivering dotted sad
Nor a nuun like my eyebrows, lined and flexed

10. On his cheek the laam of excuse was marked
But the waw of his temple still hung

11. Between the unsheathed swords and his glance
A pact to refrain from shedding blood was sealed