1. If his saliva were not as sweet as wine,
His cheek would not resemble an apple.

2. He came at night to complete nights of intimacy,
His saliva is wine, his separation, a lamp.

3. On his face is the garden of beauty, his cheek
A rose, and his mouth, pomegranate seeds.

4. Our ears incline towards his sweet talk,
And our hearts find peace in his beauty.

5. The breeze plays with him, it is no wonder
If spirits become enamored with him.

6. I opposed my friends because of him,
And disobeyed the advice of counselors.

7. With union, he was not kind, nor
Did he profit me, yet gentleness is most fruitful.

8. He was coy with me when I admired him, though
I had no relief from passion in love for him.

9. How much I have to tell about my love for him,
My tears recount it while the slanderers watch.

10. Wondrous is he in love, he was not just,
His admirers were not spared, though they are chaste.

11. My innermost thoughts are filled with passion for him,
My limbs wounded with intense love for him.

12. Oh, the days of youth! If only they
Could return and settle in the soul.

13. God's will, I spent my youth,
A time of total joy.

14. When passion and union were at my command, and I
Had influence, no blame attached to me.