1. A glance that captivates you, imitating it
Or a sheathed sword, its hilt shaking

2. With a moderate, slim build
Swaying with it or extending

3. A crescent moon in its lineage
Its hair frizzes and becomes curly

4. My husband's hair is a gazelle walking
My glance following him longingly

5. A lone branch bending
Free in the present, detached in the past

6. Beware of his dark stature
And be cautious, he looks at you frowning

7. One whose outstanding branch prevails
His darkened entirety manifests itself

8. The freshness of pearls flows from his mouth
Nothing distorted comes from him

9. You see him with shoulders
That hurt his sitting from their width

10. And if he tries to stand up hastily
You see him sit back down

11. And if he tightens his belt
You see its softness become hard

12. Harshly estranged, bored with intimacy
Passion drives him away

13. Is it fair that I spend the night awake with him
Yet he sleeps through the night?

14. My heart melts with agony over him
Yet patience is his armor against me

15. If I complain to a boulder about what I suffer from him
Its frozenness would melt

16. Or if I vent to a mountain about his threat of abandonment
It would collapse in yearning for him

17. My father, I would sacrifice myself for an aloof gazelle
Oh, how gazelles wander

18. Wondrous is his crescent-shaped charm
As gracious as a gazelle hunted by a lion

19. And strange is how his crescent pounced
But stranger still is how it became a lion

20. He is the full moon of life, a straight branch
The gazelle of the herd and their chief

21. Why then does he rebuke me
When he is the one who turned away from me?

22. Shame on the aloofness that made him tyrannical
With aloofness, increasing his rebellion

23. Does he think I fear him? My guardian
Is a comet I watch in the horizon

24. My master’s brilliance will be the full moon tomorrow
Jealous and envious of its darkness

25. Poets flock to him like ants to a cave
A group seeking him, aiming for him

26. The tales of his benevolence have become
Generosity that narrates and supports him

27. He is an ocean except that his sweetness
Is a description for one who drinks from its springs

28. I am one who draws from its waves
I admit, I do not deny it

29. So to you are poems since I composed
The dancing of rubies inlaid

30. You have from me the most beautiful praises
And they have from your generosity greater generosity

31. May your happiness remain complete
And increase from your most plentiful life

32. One who does not cease to chirp in joy and pleasure
And melody in the meadow singing