1. The radiance of your face, is it the rising full moon at night?
And the color of your cheek, is it a rose dyed by it?

2. Your sweet saliva, is it a drifting scent,
With which musk is melted, so whoever tastes it is intoxicated?

3. The kohl of your eyes, is it a magic seized
By Harut, so he gained more enslavement by it and transgressed?

4. What magic does to minds is what your eyes have done,
O you whose tormenting of people is complete!

5. No heart has ever loved you as mine has,
Not for a day, nor has fervor reached what it has reached.

6. Between my ribs is an agony for its dweller,
While between my eyelids and sleep it has departed.

7. So there is no way to solace from a moon,
Rather I seek refuge when its demon tempts.

8. I am amazed by a scorpion that stung
My heart in its cheek, and did not leave its cheekbone.

9. The hair above the forehead is disheveled,
As if hands have pulled it however they have stung.

10. Wonders have come to us from its beauty,
So every heart for your perfect grace is small.