1. If she gets lost, who can match her being lost?
No creature was created with her beauty and grace.

2. Her branches and stature for the twig,
Her smooth neck and eyes for the fawn.

3. Her cheeks were tinged with jasmine,
Her cheeks made golden by carnation.

4. Were those undulations from her necklace composed,
Or was the necklace composed from her undulations?

5. And the shirt gaped when her lower part
Touched what her top did not touch.

6. Making her saliva our wine
When she gave us to drink and her cup was empty.

7. If an apple and its orchard were enough for me,
A pomegranate and its fruits were enough for me.

8. She possesses me with love and I possess her,
So here I am, her slave and her master.