1. She came to life, and with her gentle breeze revived me,
Quenching with her sweet lips my thirsty soul.

2. Her fair complexion, were it named, would rightly be called,
By one who knew her, narcissus in full bloom.

3. She revived the nights of union with her soft voice,
And how many nights of separation has she lamented!

4. Her breasts like pomegranates reveal
That the fruits of the pomegranate tree adorn her cheeks.

5. I kiss her cheek and find violets
And narcissi which her eyes have opened.

6. With a coy glance she turns away,
Her eyelids extremely prudent in self-protection.

7. Her cheeks turned pale, her veil covering them,
Her plaited hair matched by her folds.

8. And it burned his heart how she ignored him,
The tears' gesture and their meaning to her.

9. And never will I blame her for sin,
For the nature of Time has turned against her.

10. Woe to the soul that found sickness in her and him
And cannot bear its agony.

11. She came to the Merciful Servant in search, perhaps,
He may relieve the pain of her anguished plea.

12. She is a Kaaba of generosity, her palm a stone
Which we hasten to kiss when she presents it.

13. We came to her, though it split our souls
To bear the weight of her many burdens.

14. She has hands that followed in succession, so
Their appointed time duly reached their origin.

15. How much favour she has shown the weak!
How much justice returned through her fair rule!

16. She protected the sanctuary of the pure Hanif creed
From the regiments the Book has described.

17. She settled in the clouds, her origin obscured,
And after that her fire was not provoked.

18. Her hands were generous with wealth, and she took pride
Above a raincloud pouring its water.

19. If glory had a limit or epitome,
You would not have surpassed it!

20. Shall I complain of poverty and disfavour when
From your gifts come wealth and rank?

21. If my share is small, your good opinion of me
Is a treasure house, never devoid of its beauty.