1. Oh how blessed is the house you emigrate to
While you glance at it with your eyes

2. For it is a house my eyes find pleasing
And the resident of the house is more beautiful in my eyes

3. I am too shy for passion to find its way to me
Though you are my wish if not for a foe I fear

4. In you is the beloved of my soul if I could attain you
Passion and longing would die when we are neighbors

5. Yet the beloved of my soul was unfaithful to my heart
How could my heart love one who betrays it?

6. If enemies discredit his words about us
Their looks will not discredit us

7. It is as if Suleima arose and peered out
Adorned with supple, streaming braids

8. A gazelle save for hips, branches, and bend
But Suleima has his eyes and eyebrows

9. And a mouth, if kissed, sweetens
And turns delicate its edges

10. I love you, O Suleima, without doubt
And there is no harm in a love whose mysteries are chaste

11. And oh you who blame me, were it not for her refined love
You would not have busied yourself that you censure me

12. By my soul, she I cannot but emigrate to
And she I remember in ease and hardship

13. And she the people have wronged until they fear her
With my hatred but what her conscience conceals

14. And she who scarcely bid farewell when we parted
While my tears flowed freely

15. And she who parted from me one day and knew not
Whether I was the wounded or the wounder

16. While her paternal and maternal cousins and uncle draw near her
And the vow of an enemy does not conceal its traces

17. Do I forsake a house in the Hijaz encircled
By enemies or will you visit it?

18. If I go and do not escape safely it will be by suspicion
And if another goes its shame will cling to me

19. Your words, O Suleima, though few, benefit me
And do not assume if they are few I disdain them

20. I love you with a love I will not rebuke afterward
As a lover, but if miserable I will censure it

21. The first of loves died before me and so ended
Had I died, love would have died with its last

22. So when love flowed into my heart to its limits
It settled and its channels closed to it

23. My heart had been veiled from you though you dwell in it
Loving you beyond the veil directly

24. What physician can cure the disease after
The heart's interior and exterior have soaked it in?

25. Oh, I care not which lively tribe takes
The plateau if, when lightning flickers, its witness does not remain

26. At the plateau are ruins as if their features
Are scrolls on which its lines are inscribed

27. The meadows of Athmad refused but sweet blooms
And fragrance when their growth sways

28. When entrusted with a secret I would fold it away
With a care that if the secret were lost its spreader lacks

29. And I take care, when absent, of my companion
Out of propriety as I would if he were present