1. No wonder if longing plays with it,
It is a gazelle and its breeze is fluttering.

2. Whoever blames it has been overcome by passion,
And darkness has taken over his heart.

3. Leave my heart alone and passion, for it
Is a heart drowned in their love.

4. How much coquetry is between the arms of the languid one,
Taken away by the cheeks and eyelids.

5. Whoever the breeze toyed with his braid
His place of departure and cloak complained.

6. The love of Hejaz consumed it so its waters
Are a tear and every breeze desires.

7. O heart, who is harshly blamed in love,
Blame is a burden that can hardly be borne.

8. How can one free himself when the eyelids are vigilantes
And with what can one console when the necks are lofty?

9. And on the solitary hill passion bragged
Of one whose heart has no compassion.

10. Passion took a pact to her cheek
That my blood over it will always be shed.

11. I have no excuse, I treat the doves of the thickets
Like that, such are the lovers.

12. Passion judged it fully
So she wore shackles around her neck.

13. I long to spend an evening in his embrace
Where the descending is soft and the hugging intense.

14. And I love to be bitten by the hornets of his cheek
Knowing that his satisfaction is a healing.

15. Woe to him, from the concealment of the attributes of a censured lover
For whom his captive has no hope of release.

16. The night swore that the blackness is his hair
And the dawn that his forehead is the emergence of light.

17. Since the signs were sent by his cheek
There remains no hypocrisy in the religion of passion.

18. Teeth that shone between the parting of his twist,
So it poured out with its tears the water springs.

19. Passion sent from the tents, oh how
Bags extended to carry them on necks.

20. O heart, are the people of the dwelling asking
About what the lovers conceal out of passion?

21. Where are the first ones, they were full moons but became
In travel, the towers of happiness erased.

22. They left, neither the twist of separation appeared, which
Is named, nor its leaves, the leaves.

23. By God, which gazelle was torn apart
By the hands of youth and trotting feet driven?

24. When I have no helper but an infatuated heart
The trace of burdens and its tears gushing.

25. It is lonely for the lovers but the rest of
Lovers is that the yearning one sighs.

26. I did not know before the day of your separation
That the doves are abandonment and separation.