1. Tell the young man from Ma’asiran that there is no good
In the beauties of the self except the modesty of manners

2. Beauty in the beloved is naught without manners
Because wine has a meaning that grapes do not have

3. Let me be, O slim one, for this stature wounds me
What have I but your sweet spittle to seek?

4. I see you as honey, and like dry wood kindling
A pound of sweetness in a hundredweight of wood