1. His crescent chin doubled in beauty and a new moon appeared,
Exalted is God above this, exalted!

2. The magic of his glances made lawful my heart,
For his eyelids hold only permitted magic.

3. A crescent far from decline and eclipse,
Surpassing the doe and the gazelle.

4. A full moon above a branch on a sand dune,
Frolicking playfully with verdant beauty.

5. Never should I compare him to anything,
For he has attained majesty and perfection.

6. How could anything match the full moon
In flowing beauty and consummate grace?

7. His charms, by my life, left nothing of their like
In sweetness or image behind.

8. I was gifted with the morn of his delight but found
At night the loss of his abandonment.

9. The beloved of sublime beauty deliberately
Preyed on my weakness though he acted with justice.

10. I complained to him to mend my broken heart,
So he frowned, was silent, and reconciled.

11. He knitted his brows into a frown, drew a sword,
And arched an eyebrow as he shot arrows.

12. I laid down my armor of patience against him
When his slender shape called for battle.

13. And I recite victory when it appears through him,
As the sword of his gaze follows with combat.

14. I wondered at his Eden and its gardens, for I
Met with the affliction of his lips' sweet kiss.

15. And I wonder that his smiling mouth is cool
While the embers of his cheek blaze with fire.

16. I shone at the sip of his saliva, and how I
Was sated, having drunk deep of his drafts.

17. The mole on his cheek split my heart,
Making its darkness a beauty mark on his cheek.

18. I bear witness to his evident dawn, so why not,
When the moles on his cheeks have become marks of distinction.