1. My Master, I have no patience or composure left
Bless me, or else let me die distressed

2. Your abandonment has brought me much agony
And my teary eyes are dry from weeping

3. Enough harm has your love caused, it made me tearful and it sufficed
Be gentle, for my patience for you has run out

4. And for you, I did not listen to those who envied and blamed
I would sacrifice myself for him, whom the wilderness has raised

5. His charm mesmerizes our minds when he speaks
His beauty is seductive for those who loved him

6. So tell that gazelle when he appears
God did not create such beauty in vain

7. Except to grant a gazelle and bend a branch
And spread it like guidance, increasing its radiance

8. And its twig is a source from which we are infatuated
Oh you, whose twig misguides even guidance

9. You have never seen the like of it in beauty or origin
His forehead is like a crescent moon unveiled

10. And his figure like a rod if it stirs
And his glance is severe on us like a month

11. It kills those who intend it with just a look
And how many lives has he taken in love

12. The prince of beauty, his commands overpower us
And the eyebrows are his soldiers

13. He holds the flag of beauty, it has been hoisted
And everyone is a martyr for the sultan of his beauty, if not