1. Is it the dawn's radiance or lightning from Yemen
Illuminating the wide expanse of morning

2. Or is it your forehead amid the night
Revealing to us to adorn the gathering

3. Your cheek, is it the serenity of a placid pond
Your mouth, is it blossoming anemones

4. The glance's sword, is it Indian steel
Both blades steel, whether Indian or not

5. That nape, is it plaited locks
Your limbs in the garden, are they twisting creepers

6. You let me drink of love, lowered me
The place of the patch, then set up my status

7. At the mention of loves, before mention
Of a dark-lipped one, my soul was torn

8. And from mention of loves, a sweet draught protected me
Of those in threes and eights

9. If the zeal were for other than them
The rein would not be held from loves

10. It tossed my heart with craze for them
And with craze I became as they summoned me

11. And when I insisted on craze for them
And said, you've raved, leave this disobedience