1. He does me injustice with his violence,
Fate has turned away from my eyelids with its injustice,

2. After meeting him, he did not fulfill his promise,
As if its fulfillment was in its opposite,

3. He takes my life with a glance, and with its like,
He bestows life with his charm and gentleness,

4. In his face is all beauty in its entirety,
And the hearts of all lovers are in his grasp,

5. His limbs grew on its secrets,
So his wrists appeared, hiding in his twist,

6. The roses wilt with jealousy of his cheek,
And the branch is shy of the bend of his curve,

7. The fingers of illusion pick his flowers,
If only they could, they would prevent its plucking,

8. And if I describe the magic of his mouth in my poetry,
One day I got drunk from the scent of the memory of his breath,

9. And I shed my tears from remembering his rhythm,
Passionately, so it becomes like the seas in its downpour,

10. So my thoughts dive deeply in my tears,
Extracting precious pearls to describe him,

11. And it continues composing its rhythms in its rhythms,
A necklace it strengthens its stringing in its twisting,

12. And if only I could, I would stop the breaths of morning,
From it, and increase the mouth of wishes from its sipping,

13. So perhaps I would remain steadfast,
Out of intense jealousy, protecting his intimacy,

14. I wish I had a heart, healthy and beautiful,
That would melt it, as my heart could not satisfy it,

15. Or I wish after the exhaustion of my soul an end,
That would heal passion, but its exhaustion did not cure it,