1. She is a gentle gazelle, so leave her be in a sanctuary to defy
The exposures, consoling the grieved or taking refuge in abundance

2. She grows helpless in distress, though she has sturdy forearms
Her palms dried out by drought, her darkness chilled

3. The little fingers of her soft hands - whenever she complained of thirst
My tears became a fresh spring for her

4. She scatters roses in the wilderness, their gentle petals
Strung into a necklace behind her

5. You who resided in the two slopes have violated
My pacts, and after you how many pacts have I kept

6. You left, so I have an eye that weeps for your separation
And you built, so I have only remoteness that cannot guide me

7. For the one whose passion's wounds do not hide
When the wind brings to me your scent, it chills me

8. I see my love lost, and your presence guided me
Passion misled me, while your like brought me maturity

9. By Allah, the echo of the two valleys and their separation
The south wind rang out their twisted branches

10. As if the slender curved branches, as they bend
Mimicked that echo and ringing

11. The cold of the fresh ponds left me pining
Until my limbs could no longer endure the chill

12. I had been free before knowing passion
But when I knew love, I became its slave

13. My loves, the distance has grown long and the gazelle
Throws itself leanly towards your land, deliberately seeking

14. As if compelled upon it the strike of one determined
To find comfort in your cheeks and passion in longing for you

15. I still fear estrangement and distance from you
And who is there that has not known estrangement and remoteness?

16. I blame my heart for its misguidance in passion
While I have a liver that burns with the fire of love, kindling

17. If only the blowing winds would carry from their direction
News of their return at the appointed time

18. May God grant me the passion of "when I say it has passed"
If its latter part is gone from me, restore what first appeared

19. It was as if when it threw down the kernels
And what afflicts me, and from their love originated

20. The aims of passion pledged my heart, smiling
Gracefully with it, let us enjoy the ponds' blueness

21. I kiss a cheek in your dwellings, with prominent cheekbones
And I become emaciated between the slopes due to the like

22. With it I lived a life of comfort, simple in its habits
And who can return it to me, if I could return it?

23. How has time changed your beauty and leaned away
The intimacy's whiteness in your solid bones to blackness?

24. And a box that warded off roses after
Their gaze had met with no barrier from the fever's people

25. It is as if I and it, when coyness came to an end
Raced to the four loved ones, hastily, cheek pressed to cheek

26. A shooting star and arrow amid the bends of its form
Have thrown into the gazelle's eyelids the horseman's heart, lone

27. If I do not find in the love of a perfect gazelle
A beautiful passion, and my fortune did not help me to happiness

28. I have an example in the ancients, youthfulness
Who attained for passion its sought goal

29. Separation and estrangement - how much have I endured with them
And how often before me they overwhelmed with their fires stronger men

30. And how many in the gatherings were the arrows of a glancing look
That penetrated after my inner organs, one blow after another

31. A catching glance, an affliction that brought me down, as if
The illness had contagiously passed to me from them, or aggressively

32. And the cheeks' roses whose color shames roses
Tinged with the water of youth, delicately blooming

33. When I intend to find for the sharpness of its moles
A peer, I see no equal or match for them