1. We have sacrificed our souls, oh sister of Saad
So accept them as my gift of generosity and promise

2. And we have shed our tears so string them together
For they are more dazzling than any pearl necklace

3. O daughter of the people, may you have a coolness
Of exquisite beauty, so my illness is a coolness

4. How can I wish for roses in the garden and a rose
From wine and from you - my rose and my rose

5. A paradise whose beauty is like the beauty of union
In it remains a trace of her cheek’s birthmark

6. It has exceeded the souls but those who love it
Do not call it excessiveness

7. We have not seen anyone who makes the eyelid a sword
That shames India except for the eyelids of India

8. Her polished cheek said to me when it became
A mirror - what do you see? I said: my cheek