1. O beauty, wait, some people
You made all people dead

2. Your eyelids are commanded by love
Whoever knows it and whoever doesn’t

3. O you who migrate not because of misery
The daughter of Al-Mahdi migrated out of yearning

4. Nothing remained but some whispers
From my love, and I fear it won’t

5. And the features of a body that love
Left nothing of it but the least

6. And by my love someone I won’t name
And I conceal him so that

7. I embraced the branch in
Its moves, leading and forming

8. And I uncovered the excess of his mask
By my hand, over a moon that appeared

9. So I kissed him on his cheek
Ninety or ninety minus one

10. Oh what an hour it was
If only it was the sweetest and most beautiful