1. The proof of your beauty is witnessed by me
And the lovesick have records of this

2. O figure of the branch, so gentle and slender
To your stature the well-built are likened

3. And O you who need no swords but bear them
Leave them, your hands suffice the valiant

4. For they are the judging eyes, if they flirt, and if
They wink, then they are the lofty gaze

5. O my reproacher, take off your monk's clothes
For I have in love and youth become licentious

6. And I frequented the wine's brim diligently
For it is where spirits find comfort

7. Do not blame me for the intoxication of love
For dawn and twilight have their ebbs and flows

8. By God, times of living in bliss have passed
As if those nights were this long life

9. Blessed is the mole above the cheek, for it
Seemed to us ambergris' breaths

10. The sun rises from the sphere of the universe
Halos of cups' brightness shine on it

11. For spring, tents are pitched and furnished
With brocade, outspread silks

12. The dew's scent emanates, the flowers'
Fragrance wafts from the branches

13. The garden in its finery, its brides appear
As if they are beauties when they gather

14. The candle's radiant light shone
At dawn, rays reached us from it

15. The branches, when the wind stirs them, have
Dances and swaying motions

16. You can hear the flowing water murmuring
In the streams, the rivulets have melodies

17. The lips are adorned with down, sweet
To their lover are sips from them

18. The tender narcissi continue flirting with us
Winking at our eyes playfully

19. The slender wine glasses stand tall again
After arrogance, respectful once more

20. Dark-complexioned singers of merriment lived
Beautifying it, they are its adornments

21. The gathering of friends is complete with joys
Pleasures perfected by intimacy

22. Times have spread the spring's carpets
Gifting us days, for life is hours

23. Take from your time what is pleasant
Hours for your amusement, life is hours

24. Dress it in a ruby-studded garment
Pleasant and delicate were those glasses

25. Red, fiery, its edges lit up
The tinder's heart drew sparks from it

26. In the goblets, epochs have passed
Its pressing produced aged wine

27. Her lover returned to her like old times
How often the north winds drove it away

28. As if her cup were a radiant mouth
In it those pearly, curved pearls

29. Yes, were it not for lips like buds, bright
Your smiles in darkness would not have lured me

30. The full moon runs it, and it is the sun of morning
As if it were a mirror in its right hand

31. I swear by the dawn when it appeared
From its light, signs shone for people

32. The gazelle has no joy in daybreak
Nor grace like those glances

33. Her eyelashes above the cheek attract me
As if they were errors in transcription

34. A branch, when it bends in the gown of submission, sees
To its wonder and the withering of separation, shreds

35. How can I hope for triumph over one whose glance
And hearts are broken by the separation of eyelids?

36. With sweet talk, who will pity a youth
Who fulfilled nothing of your wishes?

37. Pour for other than your love what clouds poured
When the clouds aimed their pouring

38. My tears did not rain jewels, O lightning of my eyelid
Were it not for those curved, pearly gates

39. It suffices me that my passion's course is long
My yearning has no end, no conclusion

40. In you is my utmost desire, that I die crazed
O epitome, my love for you epitomizes love

41. Do not be surprised by languor in his glance
For the sender of glances has times of weakness