1. The thought of you occurs to me, O Umaymah,
Bringing heartache that afflicts the longing lover,

2. And guards my heart from all but you, as my tears refused
To let sleep pass through to the pupil.

3. Love has left me nothing but a whisper
Complaining of youth - so take the rest!

4. Can he who brought the sickness cure it?
Can one awaken from the spell of the charming eye?

5. If your glance has tasted your saliva, then the one
Who pours from the water-skin did the pouring!

6. My soul is your ransom from an oppressor - you were given
Command of hearts and obedience from the eyelids.

7. For the paucity of your matches in what you were given,
You have come to lead multitudes of lovers.