1. O you who blame me, where is your hearing of me and blame?
Ask it, though every eyelid it has adorned kohl.

2. If I intend passion, my heart is not with the first one
Whose cheeks blushed red and languished.

3. Speak of the memory of my youths, no wonder
I who by my passion proverb is struck.

4. He walks, so his stature treats lovers
As the withered juiceless date palm treats them not.

5. I visit the gazelle while she turns to look
And make the bough feel shy as she stands balanced.

6. He approaches so the slim thread of the tailor welcomes me
As the plain and the mountain narrow for me when distant.