1. They likened you, O morning sun,
To the full moon unjustly and the crescent

2. And their eyes found you radiant
So they compared you to a gazelle and gazelle fawn

3. Your beauty refuses to be measured when you are the measure of beauty
I pardoned a heart that saw you and flew away

4. Like a bird when the daylight appears
And blood surges at the mention of your memory

5. As the sparks were stirred
You sprinkled the night with a ray from it

6. As the sun sprinkles it with dew
My ribs collapsed, and at the fire's site

7. The people of the house demolish their homes
And when they sensed that blood

8. They did not stop fleeing in panic
And the mind saw them startled

9. So it spread its wings in fear and flew away
No wonder I keep fluctuating

10. Like a pendulum that lost its stillness
If the earth had a heart that loves

11. People would not see a wall in it
And Hind does not care what we built

12. Your love, O Hind, was not a choice
When you shun us, we excuse the coquette

13. For your coquetry is but an apology
And in love there is something called

14. Aloofness, and you do not abandon aloofness
It is as if beauty prolongs with our lives

15. To become through it diminished
And beauty earns nothing if

16. Its lovers do not accept loss from it
Why do you shun me, O Hind?

17. Grant me a shadow behind you to walk
Grant me a breeze one day

18. That stirs your gown from your side
Grant me the rays of the brilliant sun

19. A light that leaves your cheek aflame
Grant me some drops of dew

20. When they spray over you scattering
Grant me a brother and grant me a child

21. Grant me a lad and grant me a neighbor
Grant after all that a speck of dust

22. To soar upon your feet, stirred
And I swear I will purify a soul

23. And refine passion and exalt dignity
Fear God, I saw the eyelids

24. Teach my soul in your presence humility
And you promised that I fear people

25. While I feared nothing but precaution
And you burdened me with life's disasters

26. With what no orbit knew where it turned
Pity me, O trinkets, I see the bracelets

27. Whisper secretly about my matter to the bracelet
Whenever you hear the tinkling of the trinkets

28. For they confide to each other about me
And do not be startled by the rustling clothes

29. Calling me when they tire of waiting
Though my heart envies them

30. I wish it were the button among them
I wish I were like threads

31. Woven by this people into a gown
Whenever I say "I wish" for something

32. I suffered from bitterly
I learned from the breast what you harbor

33. For the breast stood still as if gesturing
My solace is distance, and the stars' solace

34. Is when her companionship disappears