1. I recalled myself on Sunday eve
From a visitor who drew near but did not draw close

2. She captivated my heart with her charms
With beauty, not with spells or talismans

3. I spend the night weeping for love of a girl
Who did not allow me to attain her and did not exert herself

4. Except with words that in their pleasure are like wine
Inebriating spirit and body

5. Her love has wearied me and made me ill
With weakness, yet I was created with fortitude

6. If I refrain from remembering her
For a day, her love is not with moderation

7. She graced us with a gathering hastily
Then our day elapsed and did not return

8. As if it had been the dream of a sleeping woman
Pleased with what she did not attain and did not exert herself for

9. Forlorn are all women, whenever she leaves
She is more sublime to me than the acme of glory

10. A guest, if I await his coming
For a prolonged day, he stays like a tent-peg

11. I say, when she bade farewell and I bade her farewell
Sleep left me and I have no patience for slumber

12. O Lord, I loved the sight of her
With the love of those desiring the Garden of Eternity

13. Of plump women, her thighs a mound
She saw an image befitting her

14. So she came to me alone
Increasing his temptation and sustaining him

15. With her promise tomorrow and after tomorrow
As if she intends to wrong him

16. With the nearness of her deeds and remoteness
He who brags of a sallow woman in her forms

17. By God, one day he will sit astray from the right path
An anointed blonde laughing through

18. A wrap like a double cloak or a fur coat
Of a good aftertaste like the scent

19. Of apples, pure and unmixed
Would that her saliva were my drink

20. To heal with it the bile in my liver
O blonde, do not judge a man

21. Who flees from passion despite his utmost effort
He died of sorrow, and longing for you revived him

22. Be his heir, for you inherit his longing