1. My poetry has become abundant since whenever
I sit down to compose, rhymes come to me

2. My poetry is an orphan and without it she would not
Yearn for me, savoring our meetings

3. And she asks me every day for a poem
Through which I broadcast to people what was hidden

4. And tell them in it what is between us
And reveal to them how we spend our nights

5. Thria wants my poetry to spread our love
And for me to sing of passion boastfully

6. And she takes pride in them knowing I am her beloved
And that she has my heart and no other

7. She has monopolized my poetry and inspiration
So I became her slave and she became mine

8. And she gets angry if my poetry one day
Does not draw meanings from her eyelids

9. Indeed, a friend of mine passed away, so I eulogized him
With verses flowing with copious tears

10. But when my poetry reached Thria, her tears poured forth
Adorning the roses with pearls

11. And she said, “I am jealous of a boy who passed away
While you mourn him in elegy with your poetry

12. I wish I had died before his death
So you would compose these tearful rhymes for me