1. He is beauty, the beauty of Turks that captivates souls gently
And inclines the flowing hearts towards passion affectionately

2. They unleash from the cheeks the glasses flowing
So beautiful! By Allah so pure! By Allah so clear!

3. And they set from the curls of the waves traps
So many souls captured at the soft bend

4. And a moon of them appeared so I became
Its abode my heart and eyes equally

5. It portrayed the sun, a face and the gazelle, a glance
It bent the twigs and the brances of nabk gently

6. The youth of Bani Khaqan was gentle with a lover
Passion saw him until he almost faded

7. You visited me one day, so visit me alike
Maybe if you visit I will be cured of melancholy

8. Some are cured by distance, but they are not cured
Nothing is more healing than a union or more curing than a visit

9. I cannot forget the visit of my friend
I notice through him the full moon, the branch and the revelation

10. I became emaciated with that slender figure
And wasted away that gentle spirit with a sip

11. O you my golden complexion, my soul is leaving
So be gentle with a lovesick about to die of love