1. Had it not been for love and the fair maidens,
The Arab youths would have had no desire in me.

2. The knots of my patience loosed before her,
While obligations to her are my only comforts.

3. In the gardens of the neighborhood houses
A blossoming rose, and in their buds, promise

4. Nourishing the branches until their flowers
Burst into bloom and their name becomes splendor.

5. Fulfilling for the eyes of onlookers
Upon all hearts a decree that has no cause,

6. Except the feigning of glances that when withdrawn
Yearn for their theft, not for the act of stealing.

7. By the sand dunes I have a soft, supple branch
Swaying gently, pulled by a flutter, swaying back.

8. Love cannot conceal its beauty
Rather its modesty veils and hides within.

9. I pledge to the gentle breeze I shall not part
Because the curves are like those of a loved one.

10. I watch the lightning though not to water it
But like her cheeks, it has its own flame.

11. Oh you at peace with love, have mercy
On the entrails of one burned, set aflame.

12. The reward, my hope, if you are to earn it
Is from every aching soul you console.

13. Oh full moon, you are at your peak
While the clouds have yet to uncover your horizon.

14. The intoxicated are sober, and my intoxication in you remains
For drunkenness has no origin or lineage by which it flows.

15. Patience and solace have lost all hope
While passion was severed from its aspirations.

16. Whenever your trace appears my tear,
I become hopeless and though youth returns, I am stoic.