1. Had it not been for the flowing tears
My inner feelings would not have been revealed

2. And how many times did the eyes of love uncover
The veil of passion, arousing longing for the deserted dwellings

3. My beloved, why is it that whenever a lightning flashes
The darkness disperses and tears flow from me

4. Is it the horizon flashing with lightning beside me
Or is it my eyelids flickering with tenderness?

5. So in my heart are ponds of passion’s fire
And on my cheek are springs of affection's water

6. This longing was stirred only by the one
Who is the full moon or the rising moon in the darkness

7. When he is absent one day, the hearts become setting places
And when he appears one day, the bosoms become rising places

8. His shyness tinges his cheeks as if
The blows of eyelids on his cheeks were events

9. He shot me from the bow of his eyebrows with a glance
That tomorrow became a wound from my innermost being, while he was bidding farewell

10. And I did not cease to guard myself from his glances
But what is destined will inevitably happen

11. The languor of his glance is soft as if
It could gently persuade his heart of the harshness of separation

12. Just as the nature of Muhammad was gently disposed
So the touches of loved ones emulated his character

13. The margins of his eyes are gently alluring as if
Their features were the happy memories returning

14. Abu Bakr, you have fulfilled the peak of beauty
Vying with the rising of the stars

15. I ignited from your intelligence a flame
That illuminates while the brilliant flashes shine

16. And this is not because I hoped to attain any bounty from you
So that some wishful thinking would prove true or false

17. Nor am I one who would accept poetry as mere poetry
So that it would pull me greedily towards kings

18. But a heart within my ribs has come
To wrestle me with passion towards you

19. It has secretly harbored for you such affection
That its vanguards surpassed the tongue

20. Shall I claim mastery in rhetorical composition while
You were foremost in it and people follow you?

21. What can my words do while yours flow smoothly
What beauty can I create while the beautiful things come from you?