1. What rose whose fragrance we inhaled at dawn
The scent of musk emanated from it, feverish

2. Beauty has written upon its mantle
With the blood of lovers, the color of blood

3. It diffused among us, aromatic, its blossoming
With the musk seal, meaning has been stamped

4. How many and how many sighs on its petals
Arranged between the thin laminae

5. The dome of the rose tells a truth
And the softness of the vein tells a pen

6. So if you examine the rose
It’s like a writer writing what he knew

7. It exposed the secrets of its lovers
When the dew dripped slowly on it

8. Its red color tells of their blood
And they painted it to conceal when

9. The sprinkling of the dew from their tears
Watered its softness and blended

10. Its colors resembled their paleness
This is only understood by one who comprehends

11. And if its water were stripped from it
After the juice it would cease to exist

12. It would resemble the specters of its lovers
And the scent of passion is like it in what

13. The breath of roses has a flutter
That snatches the heart, by my life, whenever

14. And the brother of passion has a smell
That has thrived inhaled and prolonged inhaling

15. It remains described if it were
Of the sigh of separation, destroyed

16. They are the calamities of Suleima in love
What heart is safe from Suleima

17. So have mercy on us, O buds of dew
Only my Lord the Merciful has mercy

18. By your lives, and He is the Greatest Oath
I am within the fires of love aflame

19. And for what came from you came from my eyelash
A sea on the cheek, tumultuous

20. Its waves spoke of you in their silence
And of wonders, a mute one speaks

21. And if the breeze blew with your name’s fragrance
Then I am in the manner of the breeze, infatuated

22. I have become in the stage of love silent
Stone, and speechless I cannot be translated

23. I surrendered my soul to you yes it is yours
So in your knowledge, arbitrate its lifetime

24. Do not ask me of ties to others but you
I know none but you, O my masters

25. Passion has flooded me until I die
Of my fervor, but love I conceal

26. If I were among you in the embers of zeal
I would turn my heart lifelong, untiring

27. And I wondered at people who permitted my madness
For you, and the qualities of youth they forbade

28. They went in their allegation and presumption
While for me, less than weeping is forbidden

29. I have not complained, and far be it that I
Of your actions, O my masters, resent

30. The abode reproaches me, and the fever makes me weep
And the caravan for me on the day of departure laments

31. O you who are exalted, and mighty is your station
My soul to you O beloved ones is surrendered

32. None in time is like me, your lover
God knows, and mankind knows