1. He complains of him, but he turns away
Is he the beloved or the hating enemy?

2. And I say you've made my body sick with love
Intentionally, and he says my eyelids made me sick

3. By my father Ghazal, nothing but mischief appeared
In it the debunker with passion arouses

4. And the cheeks of the lovers' confidant have turned against them
Would that one day with my palms I could grab them

5. He rode love so the knight in the field of my heart gallops
With beauty, connected to it like a branch that droops

6. Awake to kill, asleep are his eyelashes
By my father and mother, the sleepy wakeful one

7. The life of passion in my heart has a dwelling
With intimacy its pact he will not break

8. He set up beauty with a measure from his stature
Like a branch subordinate to him it sags

9. So the sciences of magic from him became frustrated
They began to facilitate passion and impose it

10. Pleased with passion, my heart's zeal since it began
And the cheek by coyness from it is trained

11. Since it went astray in the dark tresses of his hair
No day for me in life remained white