1. And the sick one with heavy-lidded eyes, you'd think
His eyelids were dewy without wine

2. Adorned with pure emerald hair
Created hanging over his lips

3. To me his feigned illness of glance and speech
Is intoxication, magic and sorcery

4. I compared the radiance of his face when it shone
Above a night of the darkness of hair

5. To the bending of a noon letter from the veil of a fair woman
Moved from a guard to the full moon

6. Or like the light of a crescent moon that appeared to me
With good fortune between two clouds of estrangement

7. His beauties were created upon him as he wished
And I was created with no patience from him