1. The elegance of that gazelle in his movement,
And the pearl in my tear from his prose.

2. His mole above the treasure of his smile,
Locked with musk over it from his mark.

3. Who can help me with that tyrant of eyelids,
Unjustly upon my love and did not pity him?

4. I swear no condition away from the intimacy of my body,
And innocence in passion is his oath.

5. My body’s illness is the expert in it,
Not harmed by union even if it tested him.

6. That my body became tender upon it from passion,
So my tears in his love harmonized.

7. A branch, a friend of coyness, his inclination.
Blessed is God, Creator of the breeze.

8. Joyful sympathy that inclines from coldness,
By the branch from its harshness he has wronged it.

9. The sun from his face resembles it,
And from it the full moon upon it marked him.

10. He walked so the wine is good in it, and has
Sipped it gently so his mouth did not offend him.

11. His waist lent me sickness, as
My body lent his eyelids sickness.

12. If it was said to me you will die tomorrow, I would fulfill
The rule of passion and do what it designed.

13. Or his phantom visited me, I would spread
My cheek and kiss the ground of his steps.