1. The beloved's chest inspired me, his chest,
Indeed, I yearn for him likewise, his mention,

2. When a lover is gripped with longing like that,
Worry thus takes hold of him,

3. And I looked with the gaze of a timid lover,
Whose youth is evident, intent is his gaze,

4. So I saw a herd amidst its resting place,
And amidst gardens, radiant is their beauty,

5. I approached, hoping to visit them,
Long has my longing spread within me,

6. And I met them while the eye was at peace,
And the night was pitch-black, radiant its moon,

7. In a procession, beauty met with it,
Like rain which poured on its plants, blossomed its flowers.