1. Let your eyelids steal from you a body
It is enough that an image departs from you

2. And console a soul with what fate has apportioned if
Your love draws for me in dividing pain an arrow

3. If passion, my excuse, arbitrates between us
It executes its judgments from their beds

4. I say to those who repeat their censure
And who have made hearts for that a target

5. A gazelle who has raided the lovers wantonly
With a dazzling wantonness like the night, impetuously

6. And how many arrows did its glances miss
And languid was its eyelid that no arrow went astray

7. And the injustice of its sweet refusal toward us
Its tallness protected it, unjustly

8. Restrain yourself, O scattered blossoms
Be gentle to the lover out of generosity and clemency

9. My eyes converse with your specter and it wails
So I reckon your person hurts me

10. And I yearn to conceal my secret in pretense
When whispering, but tears refuse concealing

11. And my eyelids have not slept a wink
Except in hope that your specter will gather me up

12. Come, say to the censurers, every blind one:
"Do you see me, because of his advice, deaf?"

13. You wanted to extinguish the light of my brotherly passion
But God refuses anything but to perfect it

14. And it suffices me that my love is only
For Ahmad, not for Hind or Salma.