1. Hear the tale of the rhythm of my tears and prose,
Of love that gives you hints of its obscure secret.

2. Ask not who I love, for I
Am jealous to confess his name.

3. And if you guess the beauty of his perfection,
The easiest of him is beauty in its captivity.

4. A bright full moon has shone its perfect light on me,
Yet I see myself in a moonless night without him.

5. That prince of beauty whose sword no gazer can withstand
Except to help a lover at his need.

6. A gazelle has raided my heart with his languid glance,
And burned my insides with his cool mouth.

7. Once to me pearls were in the sea before I saw
The pleasure of them streaming in his radiance.