1. When you got tired, O hunter, of the mistress
Then ask about my heart among the hearts

2. And warn your heart not to be hunted
For with her, love has its hunting ground

3. Faces boast with their lamps
With the delight of their kindled fires

4. You see every weak-waisted one
When her glance calls him, he is supported

5. And she of a flowing figure when veiled
You would think her seated

6. And a full moon of hair in the darkness
Her whiteness smiles at its blackness

7. So oh my, that barge
When the night flows or wrinkles

8. The place of an imagination, if I saw its pillars
I would say, what firm pillars

9. With it every coquettish glance
Knocks between the hands of its guard

10. Swords cutting through necks
Bare and sheathed they are

11. So here I am, whom love
Led into the path of passion and led

12. Is there any use of shed blood
Of one who sought in vain? Never

13. How can one who did not extend his hand to her
Be rewarded with the killing of souls?