1. The secret of love is an uncontrollable affair,
Into which longing and passion have led astray.

2. While all were asleep, the night sentinel remained awake,
When lovers sleep, she does not sleep.

3. What he hid from the people could only be jealousy,
And perhaps it may cure the sick.

4. He obtained through it as much as he wished,
And between holding back and letting go is moderation.

5. The most delicious union is what is stolen,
And the best love has an element of modesty.

6. How sweet union would be if something,
Of this life had permanence for pleasure.

7. I cried over separation in a foreign land,
A stranger may weep over isolation.

8. Do I blame myself for leaving my friends?
Or do I blame those similar to me in youth?

9. Shall I lose him and not weep for him,
Would that not harden my heart more than a rock?

10. Shall I forget him and think I have patience,
Can the keeper ever forget the preserve?

11. Gently, some blame is misplaced,
And one like me cannot be scolded into silence.

12. On the day he intended to leave, I placed my hand,
Over a heart that flutters with love.

13. Had I not wiped my overflowing tears,
Passion would have burnt them.

14. The night of his departure was endless as time,
It forgot me and morning recognized it.

15. As if its sky was a meadow that unveiled,
The flowers of flowers and the vine of yearning.

16. As if the moon under the clouds was a face,
Ashamed by its beauty and blame.

17. As if the starry goblet was a cup,
Polished by the flowing wine.

18. As if the lines of the glittering constellations,
Were bows and the stars were their arrows.

19. As if the orbit of the North Star were a bier of a young woman,
Swaying while the stars mourn her.

20. As if its major stars were young maidens,
Maidens, and the comet was their young man.

21. As if its minor stars were two cranes,
Arranged on their necks orderly.

22. The planets stayed awake to watch over them,
As if I was a lover and they were the keepers.

23. Until the Pleiades ripped open the sleeves,
Of the horizon and the darkness emerged.

24. No sooner had the dawn broken,
Than a sword was unsheathed from it.

25. And I did not compare the face of the sun,
To any other than yours, O noble king.

26. If I likened it to the full moon one day,
The moon has only borrowed light and perfection.