1. And my provision is the snatcher of peachiness
As if it is the warehouses of crystal

2. Embedded with musk to the banks
And in the heights, pink water of largesse

3. Nothing of its flame of heat remained
Except radiance in circumstances of light

4. If it were to remain for eternities
It would decorate the ears of the beautiful maidens

5. Without equal and without beams
It has the taste of stirred honey

6. And the flavor of musk with camphor
And the softness of water on the chests

7. And the coolness of touching the slender waist
Its early morning and the birds in the nests

8. And the excuse of pleasures in the dawns
With youths from the sons of Mansur

9. It filled for the eye from the full moons
Until we came to the tent of relaxation

10. Before the rising of the sun to the heights
So it swooped like the diving falcon from the falcons

11. With the obedience of the desirer not the compelled
And the free servant of the cloven orchard

12. Until he came to us with udders now empty
Filled from squeezed honey

13. And the dripping like scattered pearls
From some new and some aged

14. Then we sat the session of the blessed
On the banks of a burning river

15. White like the widely spread handkerchief
Or like the surface of the famous thin sword

16. Flowing like the frightened serpent
Between the banks of arranged trees

17. Not to mention the purity of the bunches
So the times were attained in bliss

18. And all that we spend from the matters
An excuse from our visible day

19. And a pleasure from the pleasures of delusions