1. And a secret pleasure in meeting him
If not for the connection of his transience with his permanence

2. His slender figure and leanness tells of his beauty
Like the brilliance of the full moon among his attributes

3. He brings me joy at night with his loyalty
And grieves me at dawn with his cruelty

4. He complains of yearning for the intimate one and transgresses
Each justifying himself with his own hopes

5. I cry so he cries, except that his tears
Are self-interest while mine mix with my blood

6. I attack him with the intensity of my passion so it met
A fire that speaks of the intensity of his confusion

7. I'm tortured while the fire is in his torments
Like one tortured while fire is in his entrails