1. A writer, a poet revealed his virtues
Through prose and verse composed with skill

2. I love to kiss the lips speaking pearls
And the palm of a generous giving hand

3. When the mockers refused them little merit
I kissed what his fingers had penned

4. So my mouth and his smile were separated
By a screen denying me my loved one

5. As for me, my body is emaciated and weak
And he whose heart is miserly conceals it

6. The moon on a branch, the branch on dunes
Dawn tender, beauty embracing it

7. I know the ugliness of what I say you recognize
You deserted me though it pained the deserter

8. I grow yellow with heartache, I smolder with rage
As though we are murdered and murderer

9. He fears scandal regarding his love for me
Beauty disdains to mingle with disgrace

10. My lips never disclosed my love, so he might recall it
As though the one I loved were unknown to me