1. O branch inclined to duties and traditions
The lover arose in secret and in public

2. By Allah, O cupbearer, pour a drink nearby
Your tilted goblet knows not the joy of intimacy

3. And show him favor, your soul its ransom from evil
My pledge to him is that he has not betrayed a pact

4. So you are to beauty, O sun of morn, a king
Rather, you are spirit and that beauty the body

5. And I blame you for what I have found no fault
And how can I heed a slanderer not to be trusted?

6. Far from me! I have in love a station
Beside which any other love is confused

7. And I have no distraction from the beauty of his visage
Save praising a noble one, beautiful on high

8. The crown of rule adorns one to whom were lifted
Banners of honor from generations past

9. The house of mastery over ancestry for him and father
Has always cared for orphans with kindness