1. The dwellings of my heart did not suffer from his passion
You stole steadfastness, so oblige me with its return

2. When will the thirsty one be quenched by your little drink
If the water of tears is the sweetest rose water

3. Molded into my soul are estrangement and pining
I find death sweeter than sipping its rejection

4. I approach him with complaints, so he distances harshly
Yet death is but a coming close and its removal

5. I love the gazelle’s glance for her neck’s beauty
And crave the hour’s shape for its slimness

6. Were it not for him, I would not accept disgrace for my love
Nor would my passion for him exceed its extent

7. I would pardon him if he were equitable, yet I was pardoning
But betrayal crept into his cheek

8. Look how the basil’s greenery surrounds its blossoms
Extending a green fence around its roses

9. To you, my heart was not the first to see
Its misguidance in love, the path of its righteousness

10. I implored you, O north wind, bear
The plight of one whose effort has reached its extremity

11. To the shadow of distances, his heart flutters
Yearning for fresh water and its coolness

12. It calls him, yet my patience is not beautiful without him
And my frigid heart pines for his loss

13. If after him my eye found happiness, it would say
My eye sufficed me the day his promise came true

14. Oh my sickness, his delicate waist weakened you
And my skin, his tied knot has pained you

15. Fair is he whom God made best of all people
He is uniquely beautiful, and I uniquely spurned

16. The prince of beauty whose justice I did not obtain
The sweet of gaze whose honey did not benefit me

17. To God I complain of the unjust one turning away
Mixing playful estrangement with his seriousness

18. If you saw my humiliation and his dignity
You would see a master who does not pity his slave

19. When the sword of his glances unsheathes
It shows me a hidden death in its scabbard

20. The least of my passion for him is what death is beneath
So my heart pours towards some of his fervor