1. We donned passion as armor and abandon,
And discarded chastity therein publicly.

2. A figure of yours that since it wounded me
Has made me spurn to touch the spears.

3. And wine flows from your lips' cup
Intoxicating me, and how often do I become sober by it.

4. My murder was unlawful to other than you,
And for your eyelids, it has intended lawful.

5. When your breasts revealed pomegranates,
The garden of your cheeks produced apples.

6. And when your cheeks opened roses,
Your sweet lips made clear pearls.

7. And when roses were planted in gardens,
I smelled in your cheeks their opening.

8. By my father, beauty that adorns you
Embroidered the sun with splendor and purity.

9. And when your languishing eyelids blinked slowly
They left us correct visions from it.

10. And to a tender, repeated glance
It melted souls with its sorcery.

11. And a forehead that is as if it were the dawn, luminous
Since it shone, I have not seen a morn like it.

12. And a mole over your stature rising
Like the sun at noon rising over spears.

13. And cheeks through which the water of beauty flowed
Concealed, if not for modesty, it would have gushed.

14. And a chastity that is as if it were ants, but
At your cheeks' morning, it shone like the night.

15. And a smile that is like lightning on the horizon
That wore adornment from its radiance.

16. And saliva in your mouth tells of wine
Through which worries departed me and went away.

17. And speech that is like the lute composing melodies
Or jest at dawn loudly resounding.

18. And a figure that is like a tender branch
To my heart for its uprightness like gentle breezes.

19. So by a sword that appeared in your glances,
When it bloodied hearts from us, wounds.

20. And lips by which wine glasses gleam
Let me forget the wine and cups.

21. ComeVisit a melancholic with union and frequenting
Making worries become joys for him.

22. And congratulate beauty among the maidens
The dove in the bushes of the valley has not moaned.