1. O love and flirtation
Of the languid eyes

2. Of the gazelle, not like the gazelle
Of playfulness and laziness

3. Of the swaying, not like the swaying
In the kohl-lined eyes

4. Of the blood, not like the blood
In its perfect beauty

5. They came smiling, yet
There was nothing but nobility

6. Then they glanced a glance
Bound by fate

7. Then they walked away
Alone and openly

8. O the goodness of this openness
Shyly keeping their distance

9. O the beauty of this shyness
Then they met like the sheen

10. Of hope meeting hope
Harmoniously bashful

11. And they are the essence of bashfulness
Differently argumentative

12. For beauty is the origin of debate
This one changes that one

13. With her adornment and finery
And that one with her own

14. Adornment in leisure
Rivaling while beauty

15. Is for the beautiful as fortune revolves
Then a beauty got up

16. Swaying like a fully laden branch
Her hips never stopped

17. Swaying lazily
Shaking in the palm of passion

18. Like the sword of the hero
Standing, sitting

19. Swaying, unwearying
Like the sun in its stillness

20. And shifting shade
Revolving in an orbit

21. Of her hips and shoulders
Her chest like a lofty palace

22. Above those hills
And her waist like an ascetic

23. Retreated in the mountains
Shaken by every moan

24. Of the wounded and suffering
So she is, for the lament of the lute

25. She has not stopped, nor will she
As if it were my own ribs

26. So if it weeps, she laughs at me
Like a little bird

27. Ruffling its feathers
She throbs like the birds

28. In the trapper's snare
She sways, not from madness

29. Though we all are mad
She plays, not from leisure

30. Though we all have chores
Looking at one leg

31. Turning from another leg
From brow to brow

32. And from eyelash to eyelash
Like the sun to the lover

33. And the hair to the crescent moon
Smiling, frowning

34. Like the morning and the child
Leaping, poised

35. She leaned but did not weary
She says, "I've been upright"

36. She says, "I have not wearied"
You'd think she was vulgar

37. Yet she was never vulgar
She acts out what

38. Her lips have set free before me
Hasty in respite

39. Respited in haste