1. For the tears shed from his scattered smile,
And for what was etched in his ruby from emerald,

2. Indeed he had let pearls flow over languor -
As I let languor flow over pearls.

3. And here is silver melted into pink.
So O my lively love since I fell for him,

4. My eyes have tended a female ostrich and her chick.
Be gentle. Had you shot your arrow into the horizon

5. It would have fled at dawn from every deaf rock.
And had you shot me with any arrow but that of separation

6. My affection would not have penetrated my coat of armor.
You refused and did not send a comforter to the wakeful,

7. You blocked and left no heart for the extinguished.
You set up nooses of sorrow to catch him -

8. So you punished my eyelids with perpetual sleeplessness.
And he approached, under his hair like the moon in the gloom,

9. On a branch of emblic like the loving vine.