1. With his eyes a sorcerer, he teaches me magic
And whispers its secrets to me, so I shape them into verse

2. And it is no exaggeration when I say his glance is bewitching
By Him who created all sorcery!

3. His pleasure shines from his watcher's eyes
And he conveys it to me when he gives me an amorous glance

4. And I swear if cups of wine approached his party
Their scent would be perfume and make them disappear in drunkenness

5. His waist wrapper in his waist will forever perplex
Like my heart's perplexity after patience is gone

6. So every heart but his is infatuated
And every eye but his is tearful

7. With my soul, he turned away from me, refusing
And punished me with estrangement, unjustly and without fault

8. My night grew long with wakefulness and his estrangement
So I hope for no relief in it or dawn

9. As if the brow of dawn is a secret, held back
By the conscience of nightfall, unwilling to unfurl it

10. With yearning, memory has severed my heart
So my mind is distraught and my body wrecked

11. And sickness has wasted me, lacking union with him,
Leaving me with nothing but tears and thoughts

12. I say to a bird who mourns his companion at night
When he moans, overflowing with sorrow:

13. His burning lament almost
Tears open his breast, neck, and throat

14. When he cries from atop the boughs with a cry
Whose breaths could ignite embers

15. We are both strangers, complaining of the heat of distance,
Both lovers, complaining of coldness and estrangement,

16. Both alone, separated from our companions against our will,
Accompanied by worries, grief, and harm.

17. Yet I see you are sparing of tears
While my tears flood land and sea.

18. Do you remember me, O bird, though I remember him
And have never for a day forgotten to reminisce?

19. Oh, would that I knew if there is a way to union,
For in one moment of nearness I would give my life.

20. I would meet rejection before meeting him if I forgot him,
Though after intimacy, rejection is more fitting.