1. My beloved twisted the tendrils, there, the slim one appeared,
Glistening in the dark with a double string of pearls for it's luster,

2. It greeted us with peace so we all gazed,
At it with admiring eyes and envious ears,

3. And it kept me up when lightning flashed weakly,
A dove cooing in the boughs for it has lament,

4. And nothing saddened me but the affection of a loved one,
And the passing of a soft breeze, neither long nor short,

5. And the image of a daydream when it almost visited me,
Appearing at the pillar of dawn in it's night has a crack,

6. So it's not for love, but for the tears of my eyes,
That turned to coral and my pact with it is tears,

7. And it's not for the camels that draw the lines as if
Connecting the plains were severed from finding them cut,

8. It moaned for one I love and if the love for it departed,
Between the curves of the ribs it has a sting,

9. A young slave whose youth was bent by her charm,
So the blond had no equal in her art,

10. She emanates without scent, just as her neck,
Shone without adornment, yet both are nature,

11. And she sometimes breaks narcissus blossoms,
As if what's between her lids is sadness,

12. They compete with Rizwan’s sword, aided,
Seen above the necks of enemies, it has impact,

13. And for victory, above the edge of it’s blades,
When the time comes from the wrist with it a twig,

14. And what appears on it is not it's blades,
But the spirits in it have a group.