1. Sweet is the swaying, though kissing is forbidden,
With passion for him, I yearned for honey and honeycomb,

2. And the stance of the situation between the eyebrows appeared,
So Bilal's beauty amazed whoever saw him.

3. The glances of his eyes stood up in his support,
Arrows that pierce with the brave knight.

4. In his cheeks a mediator whenever,
Orders of murder revived the slain hopes.

5. If not for the smile during disapproval that helps us,
Our hearts would melt from compassion and anxiety.

6. The paths of destiny went astray in the night of its loss,
Until the light on his forehead guided me.

7. I wish he had not been tempting for long with his beauty,
And I wish he had not been tired of intense longing.

8. Between dimples and reddened lips, he contained
A pearl for him of the finest ruby.

9. I believed in God, how long his tresses are,
So it shaded the group of lovers in the ruins.

10. The comfort of my fortunate night shook my hand,
Of a servant saturated with its fragrance.

11. So the musk scent diffused from the traces of his hand,
And you were anxious because of the slanderer’s affection.

12. The protectors of the sanctuary said, shame on his lover,
That he wins a glance of the eye during hi visits.

13. And how can it lack stinginess while we are his partisans,
And before him the white and black swords.

14. So how many lovers sobbed before him and in the morning
Became slain with the arrows of love on the ruins.

15. What a martyr he is of love, his murder cups mixed,
With crucifixion and honey.

16. My disgrace is good, and I am a passionate lover of Dánaf,
I do not refrain from him in meadows or on my travels.

17. If my love for him is a fault and a discredit,
And my excessive passion for him a kind of madness.

18. Why have you been disturbed since the nightingales roused,
And ecstasy affirmed your calls to every friend.

19. Leave them blaming me or stabbing me,
I admit the agonies of love tired me.

20. The innovation of love is the strongest innovation I made a covenant with,
So who blames its tolerant, what of love's madness?

21. My ancestors embodied what they said,
I am drowning so I have no fear of getting wet.

22. I ransom him when the waist sways, it appears
Swaying in fear of the heavily loaded saddlebags.

23. Al-Kumait’s virgin, if she turns around him,
Her cheeks blush in shyness from his cheeks.

24. If the full moon met our delight in its brightness,
The rising full moon in the horizon would be in decline.