1. The beauty adorned itself to please a warbling nightingale
From the gardens of Allah: our hearts are its wings

2. They fly harmoniously until they differ
It falls and its right wing does not avail its left wing

3. The most sublime worship, a Lord who tortures me
Without hope, pleasure or desire

4. Where is the humiliation of complaint and its delight
For lovers, the glory of kingdom and status is naught

5. People divided their world and its discord
And the one who loves his world stands alone

6. The saliva never parted from a heart it moistened
Nor pleasure from a lover it comforted

7. You have filled my heart with fragrant secrets
And love I conceal for the soul I hide

8. I have not probed its mysteries to unveil them
Nor wished its mysteries be revealed

9. The Creators - beyond the mind their secret -
Both mystical to the unseen: love and God

10. In both we poured our mysteries
And though not seen, worshipped

11. I cheapened my eyelids for tears then drew first light
A specter of you revived and ransomed

12. And your sweet lips intoxicated me with my tears after hosting them
A specter of your smile brought and quenched

13. A specter in my eye a cup from its happiness
Had I not protected it, my passion would have bared it

14. It whispered to us of scent making rounds on lips
We were not deceived yet we were seduced

15. You dripped with ripened sweetness and hoarded
The lips filled for the lips, I desired

16. We drink from it without gentleness and it makes us thirsty
For we are most deserving of what we have sipped

17. In your eyelash heavens it rocks
With blonde light, purest and sweetest

18. Your softness trilled until drunkenly crooned
From its flirtiness when a star fondled

19. It extended behind the eyelids, its place of rest
After parting, so greeted and ransomed

20. A star from its planets is lost from me
When I look to your eyes I find it

21. My heart, and for the blonde beloved its fervor
If only the yearning that weakened would diminish

22. The nymphs braid a cave from its torment
And borrow its vision from its sins

23. I fell asleep disturbed then returned
To their heavens, gathering its saliva

24. They ask with foreign passion, shyly
Who unlocked its scent when we moistened it

25. The nymphs know no finer than our mush
The pitcher dripped dew when we watered it

26. Infatuated in you: the dawn and its planet
Enamored in you: Qays and his Laila

27. Who would pour his eyes and their light
For your blonde to bathe, if not for him

28. You excused from complaining nobly
And went on loftily beyond the world in your complaint

29. My heart loves its secrets and worships them
If a heart disowns its secrets

30. The soul's innocence is what I argue with
And love most violent in me and faithful

31. My heart that colored the world with its embers
Sweeter than light, its bliss and misery

32. Passionate, most lofty in it its fervor
And love - sublime is love - lowliest enslaves it

33. A thousand wounds did not deter it
Until struck by an arrow from you felled it

34. It seeks innovations of sorrows fancifully
And from the wretchedness of passion chooses most harsh

35. You poured your heart in its being, so saw
Yes, good - not what the eye desired - what you wished

36. You are the mirage, agony, fervor and blush
Eyes find joyous, loving, tender

37. Do you ask what I did at fifty
Youth perishes but traits do not perish

38. In my heart a treasure of youth without limit
It gives and increases the more it gives

39. Not one folded from the splendor of its youth
Except a thousand sprung in its care

40. Does the scent of youth linger in its corners?
All the drizzling nectar is in its corners

41. Youth remains dewy in its traits
So its heart never aged though its cheeks greyed

42. The rose adorns colors to seduce us
Does the rose vow we were not seduced by it?

43. Passionate souls in their beloved's possession
Never sated with dew until plucked

44. This mush, may its drunkenness be lasting
From the stingy lips we squeezed it

45. Sublime is the One who created the world and beautified it
With poetry, the finest of the refined from its traits

46. We are those chosen of His loved ones
If turning to others, we would be blameworthy

47. And exalted poetry when articulated genteelly
You were its melody and its meaning

48. And went on to recite to us his untouchables... A lip
And an eyelash... We went mad, so regained composure

49. I believed in the "sacred flame" igniting
The most conscious divinity in us when lit

50. The soul adorns itself an offering to its seduction
And may begrudge, so its favors are implored

51. And if the sacrifices arose from its battlefields
It would rekill them in it, their sacrifices

52. The geniuses embers from its kindling
The sun bedazzled one of its gifts

53. The lost with guidance from their minds
If they ventured the "sacred flame" would not go astray

54. My soul ransom for an idol we were not
In dire need of, in dignity and comfort

55. Whether it remembers or forgets, I am undone
My eye and liver if I forget it

56. You who quenched us cups of separation rapaciously
The abode of passion cried when folded

57. Time did not gentle us with afflictions and their immersion
But with defiant bitterness we were gentled

58. That we carry sorrow without complaining or boredom
The betrayal of loved ones a sorrow we endured

59. Nor considerate were we of the storm striking us
A beloved passion we nurtured and cared for

60. If only those we gifted our mysteries
In the crush of events had kept what we gifted

61. No loyalty to a heart when favored
Until our misery is its misery

62. Gloating...when we are debased and only descended
Upon love and sacrifice debased it

63. My torment forever painful
Quenching and my thirst forever sated

64. No wound in his heart he endured
Nor pain afflicted him he suffered

65. His wings are stingy with fervent yearning
The heart most fertile with light he poured

66. I never gained faith in his temple
Nor smelled incense in his prayer niche

67. Safe from the fire even if engulfed by flames
It would ignite this world into sparks

68. Beauty is only adorned idols
But deifying it we desired it

69. Content that from our tears it is sated
We did not cry from it, we cried it

70. The betrayal of loved ones disgrace their lowliness
And ours the dignity that we forgave

71. Woe to the craving of a heart obeyed
You were most precious of what it craved

72. If given treasures of the world to rule
Or sip from your lips, nothing surpasses

73. You are blessed your torment in direness
That your betrayal time found most cruel

74. The beloved turns shyly when we were robbed
For the gloaters, a passion guarded like the soul

75. Beauty we created from our might
So how can its creator among us cover it

76. Had your love fluttered in a blazing wilderness
Onto thirst, a nectar we never tasted

77. I unveiled your specter from my eye so surrendered it
To darkness and storm, its abode

78. So a treasure I lamented
Scattered from itself when discarded

79. The heart awakened torn by you to pieces
Passionate for the wounds we gathered its remains

80. Nothing of your way or solaced it from you, a passion
Yes, excellent was your betrayal, it solaced and comforted