1. My heart has not resumed its passions,
Except the signs of love provoked it to confusion.

2. The ascription of my breaths to my passion,
Is to God, when the breeze blew the fever towards me.

3. Is this how it was, that no one was passionate,
Except they endured whenever the calamities blew upon them.

4. How strange is love, its harm is called flirting,
Ignorantly, and its seriousness is named playing.

5. Alas for the doves - does a lightning bolt not pass
Except they cry in the song of the house, and whimper?

6. It is as if it found my passion in its neighborhood,
So whenever she came to mind, it moaned.

7. So the place of my secret in me lights up the radiance,
And the spring of water from it brings forth flames.

8. Our loved ones - after you - the feast of worries returned,
Your homes in love grew distant and drew near.

9. What is wrong with my night conversation that does not cheer you,
As if you find rest from me burdensome?

10. My skin did not betray you except to be loyal to you,
A heart - when I named it - refused to abandon passion.

11. A connection that overcame my patience - so no wonder -
Youth has for long overcome an opponent.