1. I did not expect such passion from a slave,
Nor did I know of a state he had before being tamed.

2. Until I tossed in the embers of his burning,
And I became, because of what I encountered, excusing my past.

3. No wonder the youth comes with your blow,
And whenever the tender ones swoon with love, they sigh.

4. And I did not get from the morning breeze a single
Breath to heal my heart from sadness and fervor.

5. When I despaired and my wishes were not fulfilled,
The judge of love healed me with a breath from your love.

6. I contended with every playful breeze about you
And rebuked it with the image of desperate life.

7. I secluded myself in seclusion and secluded with it
The seclusion of my chest from sorrows and passions.

8. I denied the sweetness of the meadows waiting
And how often I complained with a fluttering heart.

9. What an image that deceived me and went far,
And it hurt me with the arrow of prose and malice!

10. Your appearance in my eyes is a daily event morning and evening
So do not be stingy towards the mirror with it.

11. The heat of my congratulations, passion, and burning blood
Spreads in the valley of modesty from anyone other than you hidden.

12. When I saw what they do not see,
O Cupbearer! Do not rush to my ruin.

13. And return the self, I have gone astray with it
Away from other than you, so I did not stop or stand still.

14. So he said to me with a smile from his smiles,
"O believer of the heart! Do not fear or worry."

15. "You were nothing but a fanciful illusion I met,
From me, sadness gains nothing but malice."