1. She is a flower for the lovesick smitten
Or a flower for the madly infatuated

2. Is she the garden of refuge and paradise of wishes
Or the sublime realm and the rising sun

3. Is she the gazelle of the sacred valley grazing
On the basil of the soft, plush meadow

4. Nothing resembles her, so how can
Her essence be compared when she embodies the attributes of absolute beauty

5. Or how can she who has become
The confusion of minds and the perplexity of the elegant

6. And if you want to compare her to the Most High
Who can say a pearl is like mercury

7. If you claim that the moons of nightfall
Describe her radiance, you are a fool

8. Or if you said she resembles the moon I would say: cease
In essence, subtlety or grace

9. Or if you said the dawn describes her dawn
I would cry out: may the dawn never live or remain

10. Whence for the moons comes a smiling brilliance
Sweet saliva and eloquent endearing rhetoric

11. Or how can the dawn have a sun risen
Above a branch with soft leaves adorned

12. So desist and leave behind you ignorance that you may win
Bliss from her or else be wretched

13. The sin is the soil of the sacred valley, so take off
Your shoes and don the garb of humility and bow

14. With my love I have a cheek that if
It belonged to the full moon, it would not eclipse or crumble

15. It has become inebriated, having let down its tresses, so will
The rod of the resolute man blossom if it does not give fruit?

16. It has rung out, no - by your father - the charms do not avail
Against the sorcery of her annihilating and destructive gaze

17. I cannot forget when she chided me saying:
"Oh, the hardships we have suffered!" or "Oh, the hardships we have endured!"

18. Strutting between alluring and supple
Is her hair and her radiant forehead

19. Showing you whatever you seek witnessing itself
A shining full moon above a leafy branch

20. She said, while the red anemones drowned in her cheek
"If not for the sparkling of its water, it would not have drowned"

21. And the mole near her cheek called out:
"If not for my proximity to the sun, I would not have burned"

22. She came visiting, so the jewelry slumbered and did not understand
And I indeed wonder at an informant who did not speak

23. The fragrance permeated with the good scent of her veil, but
I never heard of beauty belonging to an inanimate object, nor it speaking

24. Her scarf fluttered from her charm, and for so long
Her hips had sung the praises of a yielding waist

25. The earrings of her rosy cheek poured forth roses
Until even the inanimate is infatuated with the pure cheek