1. You rose, O moon, in the sky of the cheek
Like a cup of wine, sealed with softness

2. You have not offered its drink, so whoever tastes it
Is surely struck by your piercing glance

3. You have adorned with hair the garden of a cheek
Whose curve is strewn with pearls

4. Don't deny that the beauty mark protects
Many a treasure guarded by a lion

5. I'd sacrifice you, a sun to a willow branch
Fruiting over it with turquoise gems

6. It charmed a gazelle and captivated a lion
Shining like the moon, blunt like a tent peg

7. A temple of beauty has drawn us together
To worship in both conditions as believers

8. Whether it kills with a glance or transgresses
It is justified in bearing the sword

9. I won't forget when the maiden of wine was brought
To a fine groom in the finest of scenes

10. It fashioned her a crown with temperament
Then adorned her with loves as its gems

11. A sun whose face shone leaving us
Bowing and prostrating to its sanctuary

12. It sets in the breast then a ray reappears
Lighting up the sky of the cheek anew

13. Its influence grows stronger with age
See its face has become cloudy

14. Its bubbles in cups bombard cares
If they rebel with their sparks

15. Had Chosroes seen its guiding light
He wouldn't have worshipped the fire

16. Had Akhma seen its brilliance
He would've instantly understood its aim

17. Had it circled round a sedentary man
He would've risen up and walked briskly

18. A planet it lit circles with it
Nearly hiding the darkness with its glow

19. Its urn pours drinks in streams
Like a star whose light has sparked

20. In a meadow whose branches bend
When its birds gathered and chirped

21. A stream meanders through it in panic
When the clouds thunder and lightning strikes

22. Winding like a crescent then straight
At times like an outstretched sword

23. Laila's branches nod to each other
When they see its formidable palace

24. A fire burns on its Numan's cheek
With the sky's water dripping over it

25. A breeze blows from its rocks
Ruffling the train of its gown

26. It awakens the flowers from slumber
Silencing the scent of musk as it stretches

27. It sways the slender branch when
It dots the cheek of the anemone with dew

28. The roses unfold their sleeves to greet
And shake hands with the cheek

29. O sun of the horizon of beauty, who has
Presented meaning with the dark eyeliner

30. And let down between the eyelids a sword
Exceeding all bounds in sharpness

31. And the eyebrow a bow with arrows
Of piercing glances aimed straight

32. And shaped in the circle of the cheek
With the curvature of the temple an ear

33. And covered the sun with luster
Over the sky of its blushing cheek

34. And clad the eyebrows in green
To be allured by the well-equipped brow

35. And dressed the cheek in the touch of hair
Its beauty bleached and darkened it

36. I was up all night until dawn
One white and the other black

37. I'd sacrifice it, a myrtle whose trunk
Is etched by the marking of dew

38. Or the shade of plants by a stream
Or amber burning in flames

39. Or musk poured on meadows
Or ruby carpeted with chrysolite

40. Or leagues of roses melted
To take on their intricate shape

41. Or a shore whose plants surround
A sea of noon whose rays stretch wide

42. Or the writer of beauty wrote a lam
On the pages of splendor and flowed on

43. Or the script of a foreigner on blackness
Encircling a figure its glow lit up

44. Or a flag signaling joy
When joined with white on the cheek

45. Indeed when the mole appeared
On the page of the blushing cheek

46. It was like a drop of ink on a slate
Dyed by it the down erupted

47. Or an ant walking gently
When restricted by splendor

48. Or a seed of musk on embers or
A sleeping man's eye you can see

49. Or an Abyssinian guarding meadows
Or a slice of meat on a fine platter

50. Or two Magian priests invoking
Their temple of fire fervently

51. Or a monk from the wise ones
Who wakes in his fire eternally

52. Or a peach whose down enticed
To hunt the birds of the heart lying in wait

53. Or a nightingale in the anemone, were it not
For the predator of its words, it would've sung

54. Or a planet eclipsed by darkness
When aligned with the sun in the sky of the cheek

55. With my soul I'd sacrifice a crescent of beauty
That married both youth and maturity

56. Itsglance adorned it with diligence
With a ruthless sword fit for execution

57. Do not blame me if it permits my murder
For by my life it is the permit to execute