1. O you who accuse me of being a poet
You accused me of having noble morals

2. Do not rush and leave the blame foolishly
For poetry is the best adornment of lovers

3. Or did you not know that it has virtues
The comfort of the lonely and relief of the longing

4. And eloquence that enlightens minds and wisdom
That continues to spread in horizons

5. Had poetry been only for praising union
Or satire of separation

6. Or describing a face like yours that remains
Always exceeding the sunrise in radiance

7. Or praising a companion who stays in a gathering
Neither bored nor fastidious of it

8. Or the return of a lute that laments its return
While the gentle breeze reveals the cupbearer's wrist

9. It suffices you that poetry has wonders
That remain forever necklaces around necks

10. With it is consoled every day of separation
And with it congratulated every day of reunion