1. Say to my Lord, O Marvel of the Age
O crescent moon of darkness on a flexing branch

2. O sick of eyelids, you have made my body ill
With the illness of languishing eyelids

3. O gazelle of gardens, deprive me not
Of the garden of union, O gazelle of the gardens

4. God has gathered in you, O solace of my eye
All the finest qualities and benevolence

5. So it's as if from your beautiful face I graze
My sights in the gardens' groves

6. And it's as if from the archness of your eyes' glances
I listen to the singing of the gazelles

7. And it's as if from your shapely figure in its shape
Of pliant tenderness of the branches

8. And it's as if from the refinement of your words in their
Delicacy I scent the essence of ruby and coral

9. And it's as if when you incline toward me
I slip from possessing to contentment

10. And it's as if when I inhale your breath
I smell the bouquet of apples and quince

11. And it's as if from your sweet scent in sweet
Fragrance of flowers and basil

12. And it's as if from your apple cheeks in their
Gardens of breeze and saffron

13. An angel you are, no doubting, so never
Could these qualities gather in a human

14. Dark-lipped, yet soft, scented yet cool
Musk mixed with rose-water and seeds of musk willow

15. These qualities were sealed by a mole that
Turns eyes from you when face to face

16. My lord, you are beauty's mine, so what loss
If you were kindness's mine instead?

17. O healer of hearts, my heart is sick
So tend it gently and attend to meanings

18. When can the ailing hope to heal
If he meets his doctor hiding his pain?

19. I did not leave complaining to my patience, but
In my heart is what my tongue cannot express

20. So show kindness in seclusion, easing souls
With pouring out blame and laments

21. Perhaps I will be touched by the mercy of union
And saved from the wrath of estrangement