1. Is there a way to the coolness of intimacy
For a lover melted by the heat of passion?

2. Or a secret path to union
For a lover amid spies and slanderers?

3. The spy is tired, though he could be satisfied
With my tears and my thinness as his informant,

4. And perfumes as his spy
If the beloved would allow a little union.

5. Yet my slanderer is immersed in slandering me
For he has not seen a mole on the smooth cheek.

6. If he saw my beloved's face, he would permit me -
So we could be reconciled in a beautiful manner.

7. Blessed is the face of my beloved, a garden
With shade stretched by the temple, cool.

8. My heart has not been soothed by a lover but him -
And greetings, for he is the passion of the bosom.

9. I was killed by love however it wished,
By the soft figure and the kohl-lined eye.

10. I died of love a martyr, so perhaps
In the gardens of eternity my entrance will be ordained.