1. If you had seen the young one, O son of Bazil,
With the boughs of the soft willow when its twisting branches return me

2. Below the salty hillock when the religion of the lovesick one
Is fulfilled, and the best of union is in its beginnings

3. You would have seen a day after much pining
And after praising the house sweetly its qualities

4. And a day like the thumb of a fortuneteller decorated
For my eyes, overpowering its omens

5. By my soul, he whose cool fingertips
Would have passed over my liver, their touching would have cured me

6. And he who I obeyed in everything and gave him
But he neither gives me nor do I ask of him

7. When he sees me coming he casts down his eyelids
As though the sun's rays face him and vie with him

8. Oh, how excellent your eyes are, O mother of Shanbal,
When the kohl in her eyelids flows, pouring

9. May you be ransomed from the smooth-cheeked ones, every blended one
Who meets the lowest of those seeking him

10. So we met with Umm Shanbal happily by day
And she made us cry at night with her fires

11. And I was as though when her words were
Farewell, and the keeper of the pact bore it

12. A hostage with my soul, its fetters were not loosed
From the leg until the sword of the killer stripped him

13. So he said “Let me prostrate twice,” and his innards
Shook with fear of harm, and his joints