1. Blessings are with me like his name, blessings,
A gazelle, the glances of his gaze are subtleties,

2. If he came to you with a kiss from his mouth,
The breaths of its camphor came to you,

3. A branch, if it stood up straightening its trunk,
The movements of its tenderness were straightening,

4. Specialized in natures, if they were cotton,
Inks would have been made from them for us,

5. And excusing me in it, the excuse is clear,
Whoever doubts it, so for me in it are advocates,

6. If my love for him were not profitable,
The passions would not have multiplied in the season of his love.