1. If patience and forbearance were his refuge
His tears and sorrow would not have flowed

2. The army of love still storms his heart
Until his vitals wore out and severed

3. Naught remains in him, save the sigh
That his ribs contain, a hollow sound

4. He who desires salvation, let him be
Safe from the mischievous and playful eyes

5. Be not fooled by indifference, for
It is an ailment that hurts your heart when it allures

6. Oh you, whose glance is like
An arrow shot straight to the hearts when it desires

7. A pearl shining through your mouth from its stringer
Wine stirred by the one who fetched it

8. That waist, how could it straighten
And the teeth of that glance, what is their mettle

9. Gently, lest your body melts, for I
Fear it might dry up and lose its moisture

10. Harut is helpless against his sorcery
And he is the Imam, who then is his mentor

11. By Allah, your beauty has not fancied
Anyone unless it was hard to retrieve him back

12. You have invaded with your love in the hearts
So they surrendered, totally dominated

13. Why did I approach fortune from its doors
My efforts failed, so persistent was its refusal

14. Beware the greed of wishes, for rarely
Can the humble get it, while the rich are deprived

15. A lady, Ibn Duraid was infatuated with
A people were ruins when she blossomed in Baghdad

16. They succumbed to the adornment of his words and scattered
Seeking her, some attained her, some flirted

17. He who apportioned you your sustenance wherever
It has been, does not harm him to grant it