1. I was drunk with love,
Awake with the intoxication of passion,

2. Love gives me an example,
Of my love and solitude.

3. I love beauty if I see a gazelle,
That has come near fluttering.

4. Rime if it comes near it kills,
With a glance that makes the lion flee.

5. It bent its neck submissively,
To its lovers bending.

6. It then bowed and inclined,
With its eyelids drawing together yearning.

7. It shoots arrows,
The garden of its cheek turned red with shyness,

8. Dew came and the rose bud
Blushed from its saliva.

9. It surpassed musk in moles and the branch in flexibility,
And the full moon in perfection,

10. My love poem has become a love poem,
In which the beauty of this land is woven.

11. In it chastity from isolation,
In its jest and seriousness.

12. By my father the gazelle bends fluttering,
Eclipsing the crescent moon.

13. Its glance had an effect,
On the Indian scimitar,

14. Where he poured death,
With the eyes not the hands.

15. In the lover it meets and separates,
Our connection became impossible,

16. The drink of passion so,
It does not clear for any lover after me.

17. As its water was diseased,
And my rose thrived in it.

18. Who claims in it he dies immediately,
Sick and falsely.

19. The love of am I not yes,
His love was my pact.

20. From it how much he resented and tested me,
He collared me like a necklace.

21. Relish in it without fear or trials,
No, no hardships.