1. If you who blame me were just,
You would not be one who reproaches me.

2. I have come to serve passion,
With an eye flowing freely with tears.

3. My heart is broken by the remainder of his love,
And the burden of my sorrow because of him weighs heavy.

4. So lighten now the heart of a young man,
Whose occupation with his love keeps him busy.

5. Sleep is lost from his heavy eyelids,
And his tears have not ceased flowing from them.

6. No drop moistened his cheek,
Except that it made the softness of it fertile.

7. Is there one for me who will make loose her braids,
As a rope maker extends ropes?

8. Wine and magic in her glances
Bore witness to me that she is bewitching.

9. And her mole, cloaked in coquetry,
Is like a guard in a relaxed, royal tent.

10. I have no helper against his love,
And patience for me, like it, is treacherous.

11. Praise be to God, I live comfortably,
Not carrying any concern other than passion.

12. And time, after being unruly,
Has turned its reins to favor me, O noble one.

13. A sea, when it rages and the clouds together,
Foams a foam from it that the pouring rain makes gush.

14. How many a day does a hero spend in fear
What courageous man has his power faded?

15. Of the staff of excellence he attained, so he became
By every blessing his lot apportions, fertile.

16. From his sword is poison to the enemies, and in
The ease of one hopeful of him is the hope of the hopeful.