1. My beauty, do not blame a love-sick youth,
For your charm, to the wise, is obvious as the sun.

2. And if my sin is my fervent love and obedience to you,
Then longing for you will intercede for me when I die a sinner.

3. And suppose that beauty were hidden from me,
Did not a wafting breeze spread the scent of cypress?

4. I would sacrifice my beloved, made tipsy by wine,
Who touched a branch not seen before by gazelles.

5. He sheds from his black lashes a radiant whiteness,
Spilling the blood of lovers, gently, drop by drop.

6. His cheek shone for me like a cup of wine, though it was
But the pure beauty of the radiant full moon.

7. I concealed myself from him in sickness, but when he appeared,
I emerged like the sun emerging through the haze.

8. And he granted me beauty, and no wonder, for
Every beauty attains some of what he has attained.

9. Indeed, I am that enamored lover, who desires
No other but that absolute beauty he desires.

10. Lightning in the blackest night flashes for him,
And showers rain on Nu'man from the highest clouds.

11. When you wish to reveal the secrets he hides,
Speak to that eloquent one about that wise man.