1. My friend insisted on triumph and conquest
The love of this alive one is a secret of conquest

2. So what about the victory of a winning beloved
Whose prayer mats are between the hilltops and open spaces

3. Shaded by the green of pistachios and wild pistachios
Colored by the blue of spears and gazelles

4. Red cheeked, with kohl lined eyes and jewelry
When she appears, those who love her melt with desire

5. She takes away the minds of those with intellect
They were slain by her coquetry and charm

6. A girl whose beauty defies description
No wonder she is adorned with finery and admired

7. I shiver when she is recalled, trembling with awe
As the gentle breeze shook a branch

8. And I engaged in small talk, saying nothing much
Succeeding with that veiled beauty

9. And many a white hand that night
I imagined holding, counting the separation

10. She appeared to us, weak before her purchases
Like the full moon next to a planet

11. And she passed us in panic because of our appearance
Like a frightened gazelle in the sand dunes

12. She did not know we were admirers of her glance
And many a gazed lion can kill the mighty

13. So I said to my friends, trusting in their secrecy
Do not watch my approaching her

14. And I came closer, following her steps
Enduring the cold and pulling my cloak

15. And she quickened her pace toward her tent
To hide a light that had begun to shine

16. She gestured with her palm to stop and turn away
But the redness of youth's wine is no faded dye

17. So I refused, although I had achieved some of my hopes
And had not yet fulfilled my purpose

18. To God I complain of – no – her coyness
Else, I would not have embarked on this passion

19. Nor would my tortured heart have savored its death
And it's enough torture to see death as sweet

20. I wept for those departed encampments for a time
And it's right that my eyes rained and poured

21. For a cheek whose love my heart imbibed
And spent the night tossing on burning embers

22. With my verses I heal my previous wounds
And if I wished the caravan would not lack drink

23. And I ward off the red like the dye on her hands
With my cloak, watching cautiously

24. And it’s not for me, save that the tribe sees my place
And for my sake, hears blame and reproach

25. Greetings to the homeland of peace - how much
We had there a resting place, the best and sweetest

26. Like the meadows of youth I found myself
In that beautiful place, pure and pleasant

27. By God, from her at al-Muhassab I stood
Rivalling there as long as I live al-Muhassab

28. I climbed the lone hill watching her hands’ work
And it was time for the demolition of the domes and arches

29. She went to Nu’man enjoying the wishes
And left behind the raven of separation lamenting

30. With no fortune save a glance that deems passion
And if they were fair that would not be deemed

31. I made excuses when the tribe transcended knowledge
And lingered when the caravan passed al-Yathrib

32. My route was the red hill and the one heading there
So the guide caused me to deviate and turn away

33. O friends, as for the lady of the heart, glance
At the heart with moments that melt inflamed

34. And if she tore me to pieces time after time
I will not seek anything but the connection of the torn

35. She summoned my death but she is not
One you count lightly, the summoning of death demeans her

36. If I die of passion or perish of youth
Take with my blood the two-colored one stained