1. Yearn for the abode from the one with soft hands, yearn
Like the kohl that runs in her eyelids, yearn

2. This is my crying for them while she is present
No miles between us any day, no yearning

3. Her stride, nothing in it is silent
Nor do the anklets on her feet jingle

4. As if her stature is a spear and her smile
Dawn, and it’s enough you have a sweet as honey

5. Every day, with her eyes and stature
My blood and tears on the ruins are spilled

6. If they envy me for her, I don’t blame them
That’s why Cain turned on Abel

7. I do love what her gown contains
And I don’t hate what the pants contain

8. Many a leg of hers quenched my thirst
Panting, like the lines of milk poured

9. Until when we were sated, went her comfort
Weakness and much kissing

10. The cupbearer’s hand came upon me and his eyes
But I, the reins of reason restrain me

11. So how do I fear the turns of fate, for steady
Is my lord’s sword, Sword of the Faith, unsheathed

12. A king not distracted from glory one day
By a rosy cup nor a lovely disheveled one

13. Does he fall short of valor and generosity
When in him gather height and height