1. He broke his covenant with me, repeatedly betraying my trust,
He who had my intimacy and sincere affection,

2. He stood alone in beauty, with no rival,
He has no partner, while I spread rumors on my own,

3. I openly declare my passion for him, and am content
With my error in what I have done intentionally,

4. The ardour of love cannot be concealed if I keep quiet about it,
Indeed the ardour of love cannot be manifested if I do not speak of it,

5. He came close to watering the roses, almost dying them red,
And picked a blossom becoming rosy like my reddened cheek,

6. Then he plucked a third rose, and so my only course is
To smell a rose at times, and at others to kiss a rose,

7. The night of Tuesday was beautiful when
The hand of fate whitened what had been blackened to me,

8. The beloved ones stayed overnight with me, as did the servant of God,
I was pleased with the family of Hussein the son of Saad,

9. A lord who felled warriors in the arena
With his mighty, powerful arm,

10. The most generous, who widened the field of those known
And was highest in glorious purpose,

11. He was given decisiveness in discourse, as is afforded
To one esteemed, whose opponent is not formidable,

12. You are to be congratulated, you perfecter of kindness
That delights the soul, or great increaser of support,

13. That fine gift and flask have reached us,
Of the best you have freely given to present,

14. We have left to you steeds of beautiful
Strange hue, or finely marked,

15. And the steeds of Rum, combining
Gleaming white and deep brown,

16. While we limited ourselves to those that had surprised us,
When a rose was picked for a rose,

17. She wore the blueness of glass and so came
Golden, illuminated as if in lazaward,