1. His rosy cheek puts narcissus to shame
Wise men of sorcery are amazed by his glance

2. His temples narrate scorpions
That have curled up from musk atop his cheeks

3. His red lips gleam like embers
On which the hearts of lovers have been seared

4. My hand holds a bouquet, and I'm not listening
To the words of envious and slanderers as they roar

5. By God I shall not relent even if I'm blamed
How could I when my heart has curled up with his love?