1. Who for a youth gained no profit
With flowing tears his conduct

2. Lovesick, his longing stung him
Passion for the gentle folk did in him

3. My heart, pledged, has borne him troubles
Ceaselessly does it chain and shackle him

4. A gazelle whose necklace was torn
Tempting hearts, her glances ravage them

5. My father, gracefully created was he
A moon, in its phases it rises

6. His rosy cheek, fruitful its bounty
High, beyond doubt, over its like it ascends

7. I shielded whom censured he an ear
Until I could dispute with him

8. Wine, a cup with a pleasing lip
Can its peer be found, I wonder

9. Other than what I hoped for from him
And the trust of glory I spent on him

10. When my poem is read before him
Do its attributes of praise charm him?

11. My soul, how much love we gave him
When the rain of his passion sought us

12. He has gained every beauty
When his superior merits shone

13. He is rain of righteousness if we stray
His factors shine victorious

14. Does not rise or find bliss here, or purpose
Made triumphant by his attempts