1. Tell the one who drowned in a sea of thought,
With his mind comprehending whatever gems he desired,

2. “For God's sake, an aroma wafted from you
That exults from her inscribed ink over ink.”

3. Her dowry is truthfulness from my affection, and her home
Is my insight and the blackness of my heart, not my vision.

4. It was as if her cheerfulness intoxicated me
With comfort and drunkenness without comfort or drunkenness.

5. Her wonders shook my kindness out of joy
For her beauty - the shake of one enamored by recollection.

6. I did not expect the lamps to become
With her catch, the partners of illusions and thought.

7. Nor did I imagine the days of spring to see
In the bud of lights and flowers knotted sorrows.

8. As for reward, it is something I cannot grasp
Even if I ventured to offer guidance with the full moon.

9. But my reward is the purity of affection I harbor
When hearts fold over distress.

10. She raced my mind in her arena, so my mind grew weary
And she won the feat of victory and success.

11. Did Ptolemy in rhythmic correspondence one day
Equal Cordoba in the judgment of one with insight?