1. My heart is hung upon eglantine of your cheek
And captivated by the rose of your face, blooming and radiant

2. O you whose glance has pierced my heart and left it suspended by a thread
Have mercy, for your slender form outshines the bough

3. By your face I swear it is the rising sun
And by the light of your forehead, it is the moon when full

4. Had I not drowned in the sea of your abandonment in love
My eyes would not have flowed with tears for you

5. No, never would the gazelle put her beauties to shame
You are more radiant than any gazelle

6. My soul is yours, though blames me for my love
What harm is there in union, if you would be so kind?

7. Still I ask of you this union though my tears
Have ceaselessly down my cheeks been flowing

8. And to the pretty turtle dove I say
Gently, gently, for my heart flutters like you

9. Chastise me not, for to you I turn
I know no love but yours, I shall not change

10. How can there be joy when the loved one departs?
The path to you is narrow, blocked and harsh

11. Reproach not the one who reproaches me, for death
In passion is the blue-eyed foe, ever harsh

12. Who shall aid me against him whose glances are arrows
That from the bow of his eyebrows are loosed and fly?

13. He is fresh as the water of youth, graced with the bloom
Of charm and beauty in full flower

14. A gazelle, and yet a crescent moon adorns his brow
A full moon, and yet the slender crescent decks his head

15. God, how lovely when he passes by me
Turning like a shy gazelle, radiant and fair

16. My heart and tears for his love are as one
This fettered, and those flowing free

17. For him I spent my love, my life entire
And souls spend freely on what is most rare

18. His tresses curling, his brow shone bright
So night and dawn competed, vying in radiance

19. When he smiles, his teeth say, none compare to you
As lightning flashes, and the sun beams burst forth

20. His form sways as if a branch, weighed down
By clustering fruits, sways low with bounty laden

21. His cheeks and the down upon them seem to have been touched
By musk, arranged in fine calligraphy

22. His features speak of him, as do the words
That sing the praises of my sun of faith

23. A lord of highest rank, who has attained glory
And a station of honor, matchless and sublime

24. When steeds compete to ascend on high
He is the most generous, outpacing all

25. On his open hand as on clouds rain falls
As though none but the dew trace forms upon his palm

26. When the clouds of his generosity pour down rain
Beware the floods, lest you be drowned

27. A sea of endless generosity, except that
Its tide of liberality flows and ebbs

28. All souls yearn for his virtues, besotted, obsessed
For virtues are as lovers, compassion their quest

29. Such that when he speaks a word, it never fails
That action outpaces speech, and virtues prevail

30. Gentler than gentle is he with guests on days
Of plenty, and with wealth, though freely gives it away

31. O you in whom all bounty is made manifest
Though distributed, your gifts are never possessed

32. Take this ode, and accept it, hopefully
You will approve it, and it will rewarded be

33. I have praised you well, may praises find
Favor with one so high, and open hands and mind

34. Though proud the phrases, they are perfumeless
To praise you rightly is beyond express

35. No jewel has Firdawsi's odes, like this my ode
In every verse a Firdawsi have I showed

36. Excuse its faults, unveil its purposes true
Open your generous hand, none are so kind as you

37. May your star forever fortunate arise
To you each gazer turns, and hopes, and looks, and sighs

38. Time is your slave, obedient to your will
And happiness knocks expectant at your door still

39. You remain, though time about you chains has wound
The songbird in the gardens sings, confined, yet crowned