1. How amazing is the spring of his cheek from the water source,
And his eyes are from the eyes of roses.

2. The glances are crowded, and with their tears,
They flow, and most of them make noise.

3. O you who settled in the hearts as a beloved, in harmony,
Quietness with a heart in love is unaccustomed.

4. What is with a heart in which you are, and its fire,
In the water of your beauty, was never extinguished?

5. You slipped in, so do not hold on tightly,
A sword from the eyelids, unsheathed.

6. And you killed my patience, composure, and sorrow,
With my eyelash, its blood flowed, you did not deny.

7. If the branches of coyness saw your charm,
They would slip, so how could they not bow to slipping?

8. A veiled one sent the imagination of him to me,
My mind, due to the inability of the one dozing.

9. So I attained the near, intimate one, even if he went far away,
And the far, distant one, even if he did not go far.