1. My sun from which I shine joyfully
Even if veiled by clouds' wonder in clouds of veils

2. And O sweetest honey to me in taste
The drink of delight in her sweet kissing

3. And musk is inferior in competing its diffusion
Say the like of this saying to the ripe jujube

4. So I surpass the edge of swords when it passes
A sword for her between the skull and neck

5. And I speak more eloquently than an archer
A silence for that anklet or that heart

6. And I write better than the script of the minister Ibn Muqlah
Lines for those locks in the soil

7. Looking from the full moon of the sky to a fellow
And watching from the sand dune of the wilderness to dust

8. I yearn for a tribe whose people descended therein
And her people are not my people nor her tribe my tribe

9. And they pester my soul in her love and she is
The sister of that soul, the heart's basil

10. She has changed me from many dispositions
She has turned over my heart and stolen my stolen goods

11. And how much anguish was heated from her for the passionate lover
And how much torture was poured from her upon my pouring

12. She changes so enslaves our minds with her glances
And how many courageous men have raided and not taken prisoners