1. Take my firewood from the prisoner of shackles
How strange is the prisoner who killed

2. And say about me when you weep
The slain of eyes, the wounded of eyelids

3. I have a skin as white as the shining moon
And with the black eyes, I have no kohl

4. I have a moon that never rose in the darkness
Except the full moon saw it set

5. So O shy gazelle when it appeared
Similar to it in marks and kohl

6. And O shyness of the sun when it rose
Did you not see the blush of shyness in it

7. He misleads with his turban whom he wills
And guides with his love whom he led astray

8. Beauty was just in creating him
As if he was a neighbor when it was just

9. So his qualities were adorned with vigor
And his weaknesses were clad with laziness

10. And people knew that I am a man
Who loves the gazelle and craves poetry

11. So do not deny today, O reproacher
I do not incline towards one who denied

12. I clung to his stature in an embrace
And withered his cheek with kisses

13. How often did I melt into the depths of his bosom
And overlooked that neck from above

14. And when dawn broke I announced
Good morning to the best of these acts

15. His mouth guided it and in it the taste of honey
Passion invited me to sip those kisses

16. A true passion, though I had no reason
When his glances assailed me

17. With a statute leading, so what to do
There you see my bent tears

18. And my heart with embers of coal kindled
And my tears of longing, O how much they flowed

19. Like liquid pearls, and by God my mind perplexed
What harm if he allowed intimacy

20. Even for an hour after what he did
And settled him in the flames of my passion

21. That is indeed the work of one who killed
And strangely he visited one night

22. So do not ask about what happened between us
I found myself viewing those gardens

23. While on his cheeks I was in embarrassment
And plucking roses with its branches

24. This was not done without kissing
By God, your night equals

25. Our very souls, nay even more
Showing you in the morning joy

26. And the meadow of bliss in it already happened
No fault in it except

27. It lacked a watcher over us or a rebuker
Oh how Allah drew the swords of eyelids

28. So who transgressed and who did it kill
And no lover killed by the people of passion

29. Except a thousand willing with what was done
God has supported the army of glances

30. With a full moon, its beauty now complete
And no brave horseman in the fray a knight

31. If he meets the arrows except a hero
If the eyes of the gazelle fight me

32. Oh my joy if I attained hopes
God looked after the night the beloved visited

33. And the watcher was absent to where he went
I hid him in the blackness of my eyes

34. And tears washed that place
And I stuck my cheek to his feet

35. And withered his toes with kisses
He leaned and inclined with his shoulder

36. Instilling in my soul that bend
I embraced him and cast off chastity

37. And ripped the dress of modesty and shame
I busied him with talk

38. As the veil of darkness fell over us
Until sleep overcame his eyelids

39. Neglectful of me or forgetful
I let go of his waist, his belt

40. And removed from his shoulders the garments
And I am still watching God's work

41. Blessed is the Lord of creations, Majestic
So think good of us or do not suspect

42. Do not ask today about what happened