1. On his cheek remain traces of the veil's imprint
And I am disturbed by the agitation of that cheek

2. A gazelle from the Turks whose glances made him sing
Of what was contained in arrows and quivers

3. When he bends, the branch of his heart breaks
And when he appears, the edge of the full moon folds

4. O my reproacher, if you are blind to the beauty of his face
Then I am deaf to what you have said

5. And put the Arabs to shame if their turbans
Did not contain what his drinking-cup contained

6. How many nights he stayed up serving me wine
In a garden adorned with the growth of clouds

7. And rain like a king, the armies tremble before it
With lightning its flags and thunder its musician

8. In a gathering whose corners laughed with joy
For it was carpeted with the exquisite flowers