1. No, not the softness of affectionate coats
And a beloved whose beauty the crescent extols

2. Revealing a lover's weakness is no disgrace
When glances take aim to slay and assail

3. By my soul, a gazelle submitted to my heart
Yet rebelled when I sought to control and curtail

4. The moon, its defect made it more fair
Thus it remained as a perfect full orb unveiled

5. An idol, my passion's guide, so clever and bright
Enslaved am I, sense and reason fail

6. People worshipped it, sent prophets appeared
From its temples, with a message to hail

7. Does it glance, a gazelle in its glances are found
Or show its face, lo a gazelle then unveiled

8. It said, as departure drew near and tears flowed
In streams from my eyes, what ails you, what ails?

9. Does it think me unworthy of the sorrow I bear
Or realized the grief that it caused, that prevailed?