1. If I were infatuated with it alone
I would pardon my blamers for my passion

2. But when all creation is in love with it
Why should I conceal what’s in my heart?

3. The gentle breeze has languished for its charm
And so sickness appeared in the youth of Najd

4. It has the eyes of flowers glancing
With looks filled with languor

5. And but for your father’s supple stature
I would not have wished for the softness of silk

6. O my murderess, my heart will always yearn
Whether near or far, for you

7. You may be unjust to me, my hope
And I must be content with what you grant

8. And if your love sheds my blood, my pride
My fortune and joy

9. I hid my love when you hid in disdain
As if we had made a vow

10. You have an eye whose lid forever complains
Of the gloom of a capricious fate

11. You have a cheek, when I expressed my view
Released my tears as ransom