1. I dressed a maid in a dress of silk
Between the house door and the courtyard

2. And kissed her, so we kissed her kisses
And was absent from feeling humanity

3. She cried out in the folds of circumambulation, as
They unveiled faces of the best images

4. This is a noble imam between our midst
This is a martyr of love, kissing, and seeing

5. Her mother told her, kiss him again
Perhaps he may come to life like the blowing into the trumpet

6. For blowing brings out souls into existence and with it
Brings to life when called to resurrection from graves

7. So I returned and she removed the veil of my swoon
And I turned away while following her trace

8. I kiss the ground in reverence of its place
While cautious of him and his ties

9. Because of depicting him in the image of a woman
At manifestation, I said the flaw is from my sight

10. And women like stars in their rising
While you among them are the sun and moon

11. Oh her beauty radiant like the rising sun
Captivating minds with that coquetry and maidenhood