1. My Salma, though she has not fulfilled my hopes,
Is dearer to my heart, a friend and companion.

2. More refreshing than cool water in summer heat,
More craved than worldly gifts cherished in my heart.

3. I fear for her from the eyes of slanderers,
And avoid her when she turns her face askance.

4. An endless passion leads my steps to her,
Drawing me by her cheek’s soft dunes.

5. I chide Salma for estrangement and disdain—
God forbid that you should chide her for the same!

6. I swear, if Death held in its hand the cup,
And offered it to me, I would accept the draught.

7. Shall I seek a substitute for Salma or try
To attain my quest? Never, though long I sought!