1. O critic, you're not the first critic
Leave me, may Allah afflict you, you are not my critic

2. If you knew who I loved, you would excuse me
But you were ignorant and blamed me falsely

3. Leave me and my state, do not blame me for passion
He whose love gives me life and doesn’t kill me

4. My soul is ransomed for him who with his glance’s arrows
Has pierced my entrails yet is no archer

5. A gazelle who has possessed me and captured my infatuation
With his fawn-like, heavily lidded eyes of Babel

6. His cheek and branch-like neck relate
The full moon of nightfall were it not declining

7. My heart's palpitations originate from his amulet
As it was suspended therein by chains