1. Before the blooming of basil,
I did not know that rosemary grows in the garden.

2. Nor did I see before it,
In a green garden, water and fire.

3. I hung it like a gazelle on the branch of life,
Dark-eyed, but very shy.

4. Its knot was tied at his waist,
As if it were a bracelet in the middle of the wrist.

5. And the garden meadow from his cheek
Showed fruit and from those breasts showed fruit.

6. A languid eyelid, his saliva cold,
Between them the heart is hot with passion.

7. His teeth are visible, brighter than the morning sun,
And the full moon in the horizon has set because of it.

8. A sprout, with a slender waist,
Upon which my heart settled out of love for him.

9. Sweet lips that reveal a smile
From which I sipped the wine.

10. With it small pearls were strung together,
And the mouth is sweeter than the small pearls within it.

11. I did not forget a night when he came to me,
Until the next day a full moon carrying the sun of daybreak.

12. He tosses from his trunk sometimes,
And sometimes from his eyelids he tosses.

13. From his cheek my drinking and from his mouth
My cup and from his saliva my wine.

14. My rose-colored cheek has prospered in its blossoming,
When that basil withered away from it.

15. I swear by the clarity of my tears,
(He is) a basil plant with no dust on it.

16. Nafi’ told us about his union,
And separation, Jarir told us about Dharar.

17. His glance has afflicted me with illness,
And his eyelids have bequeathed my heart with brokenness.

18. O gentle moment, O his cheek,
On you both, I have no patience in love.

19. O nest of passion, if he moans
And tosses confused, then flee, flee!