1. Swaying like a branch in his movements
Sweet of figure, graceful and slender

2. An idol, by God, whom Allah did not create
With such beauty, except as a test for His servants

3. And among the wonders is His act with the lover
Making him suffer fire though he is of His servants

4. And allowing torment in the night's vigil
For the eye of the lover, and that one is of His troops

5. Oh you who blame me! I was not the first lover
That passion took hold of his heart and soul

6. The heart knows it is lost in love
But the ways to guidance are covered from it

7. Do not seek, alas, his rectitude
If your Lord has decreed his corruption