1. I forbid my advice to him who wished
To give me advice, but he did not stop.

2. How can the blamer be restrained when the passionate one does as he pleases?
By my father Jurthoor! He whose glance is intoxicating -

3. A lion in his den, his face like the radiant dawn,
Handsome when viewed from the brow.

4. I said - his intoxication has arrived! No saying from one who denies - arise O cheeks
And bring near the sister of dawn in the wings. So he said "Alas!"

5. Woe to him, soft as evening dew, uttering "Alas!"
I hung him like the full moon, no, more beautiful, no, like the morning.

6. Hope has given assistance, and longing has brought good fortune and generosity.
I said - he has produced fruit, that ripener.

7. While he was stinted, he returned poured out, so "Ha!" and "Ha!"
O you who are harsh with your harsh eyelids, my patience - woe!

8. By God, O intimate friend, get up and come to me.
Give me from a drink of pure wine, do not bend away

9. From my kiss. Give it to me to cure him who almost cured me, and sing to me
So my praise of Ibn Abi'l Fattuh is unlimited - it did not stop.