1. My heart delights that his love endures,
And the easiest thing I get from him is his pigeon.

2. More wondrous than it is how he contents himself with longing,
And is pleased by a glimpse of his beloved's turban-end.

3. I fell for him, gentle of traits, languidly moving,
Stirring the passion of lovers, his figure.

4. And I was fascinated by a charming, dreamy glance of his
That would madden anyone, such is its sorcery and wine.

5. For the branch is only what its chill contains,
And the moon only what its wrap holds.

6. I turn jealous when the fragrant, fresh north wind blows by,
I see the heat of its breath and joy.

7. And I startle at the lightning that comes from his lands,
My eyes reckon that to be his smile.

8. And I scent spirits from every corner,
So I know in which places are his tents.

9. Take for me some moisture from the moon, for it
Is his brother; perhaps its dew will benefit me.

10. To the just, protected king of time - unveiled before him
Will be its darkness and gloom.

11. To a king whose eye fills a pasture
And whose care fills the land's horizons,

12. A brother to wakefulness, whose glance knows no
Distraction other than what his sword contains,

13. Eulogies fall short of him, from every eulogizer,
Even if its system were of celestial flowers.

14. O king of the age, none but him
Is hoped for, feared his pardon and vengeance.

15. Talk of generosity came before you in the land,
But its seal came to be your mention.

16. Through meeting you I felt safe from time's vicissitudes,
While others fear its aggressions upon them.

17. Of all tribulations I have become carefree,
Upon you from the Bountiful Lord be His peace.