1. Let me free, in the land I saw you
Is there harm, my reproacher, in my solace of wine

2. Or inclusive tolerance, my gentle one?
So stop blaming the enchanted

3. For loving passion and sipping comfort
Only others are blamed in revelry

4. And in the blinking of the eye
This is the bride of the meadows, graced

5. With the finest fragrance in her gown
The air is clad in cloud

6. And the sun peers through
The spring season falters like a child

7. Whose breast is suckled by the serpent’s milk
So give me the large cup and fill up

8. I am grown, do not mix
In the love of a delicate, pure one

9. Her noble forebears incline to prohibition
Whispering gently

10. I seek protection, Mistress of the veil
From that physique, so dangerously,

11. Pursuing the Sura of Yaseen
Swaying from the staff, unveiled

12. Beaming from the radiance of the moon
Binding her dress about her dune

13. If the knot were loosed, it would tear
What blossoms her youth possesses

14. My heart's blood for it does flow
If not for fear of the Watcher

15. I'd have tasted of her sweet kiss and more
Yearning for her cooling draft

16. It has no path, no way
For the inflamed, sorrowful lover

17. If her mouth smiled from her kiss
It would shine, sharing

18. The breeze of flowers
Oh! Doe eyed one of languid grace

19. Curing my agony and pain
Wander lost, in your fairness like the moon

20. Rivaling the sun in brilliance
If a star appeared in your gown

21. No horizon would be dark
He who craves your love

22. My hearing of him is blocked and dumb
I forged whatever the critic composed

23. In that beautiful face, and so
Do not blame me

24. For the radiance of brilliant faces
Stop blaming an enraptured drunk

25. For you provoke me
As for my aching heart, I have no

26. Power of choice, nor does it
I surrendered myself to beauty

27. To do with me as it pleases
I gave it my heart, I do not care

28. If I attain it or miss it
Let him complain of ill circumstance

29. Who is pleased with his lot
I was bound in love, unable to escape

30. With a heavy, difficult burden
Of unintelligible alphabets

31. It shook in the field of spears
Like a sword leading men

32. Nearly destroying me
Oh you who suffers agony

33. Whose patience for separation has run out
How can there be peace for him?

34. His nature resists and rebels
If the breeze touches him gently

35. At a place whose tie is undone
He sighs though it passes softly

36. And separation's tears flow
I wish you would breathe life into me, breeze of the dawn

37. Solace for the sick from the heat of fever
Blow to me, revive me!

38. By God, if you pass by the sands
Head for the tents and convey greetings

39. To the lady of the two S's