1. O kiss I attained in bewilderment
From one with swaying, delicate branches

2. Whose twisting branches confused the twigs
And the roses pinked his blushing cheeks

3. When he bent or stood upright
The branch said to him, you are in distress

4. Beauty divided your twisting, O Abu Al-Qasim
Between languor and sprightliness

5. Tell them both to be gentle with the heart of a youth
Whose insides you folded in ardor

6. Without their darkness I'd lack their sickness
The malady of my heart and through them my remedy