1. Her touch made me sick, from her hand came my illness,
Yet I felt no pain from her touch, only rapture.

2. I am amazed at myself, seeing her as unjust,
Though she is innocent, they are the unjust ones.

3. When she meets me she says, if you but saw me
Speaking of love like you, they would blame me too.

4. With symmetry of beauty, lines drawn by God,
Not by the pen, the flawless work of the Divine.

5. Yesterday I saw clear in my heart its pledge to her,
Though to eyes it was obscured, inexplicable.

6. On the cheek of a fawn too shy to allow a glance -
Only her excuses prevent blood being shed.

7. I wouldn’t approve, like Ibn Ubayd Allah disapproved,
Of glory compared to what lofty souls desire.

8. Say to the virtuous, when they seek her rest,
Where generosity and lack are both found:

9. Only his virtues remain in his hands -
Do not seek rest where generosity cannot be granted.

10. Wealth cannot defend itself against the argument of generosity,
And you are the arbiter between East and West.

11. What has the dew sprinkled on you, that you judge for it
A judgement! None but you today is suspected.

12. Your generosity is evident to all people,
Nearly all people reject and deny it.