1. A graceful maiden has wounded my heart
With the arrows of a glance that has no remedy

2. The days of Eid passed among slender ones
Their glances like rising suns, their skin like antelope's

3. So my sickness that was within assailed me
I hid it but exposure made it public

4. A thought occurred and I said: a delineation of eyes
Whose lashes the gentle breeze had stirred

5. A sound, and I said: a frightened gazelle
Lost amid the empty quarter in turmoil

6. An appearance, and I said: the full moon on its perfection night
Adorned with its planets like chrysolite beads

7. She smiled and the brilliance of her lips' pearls shone
In it lies the cure for lovers' pains

8. She bowed down exalting her Lord and swayed
And for her glory our great lords bowed down

9. O Ubula the like of your love or more
I hope for when despair befalls

10. If time makes me happy I disdain
Its caprices with my resolve