1. His reproach has captivated my eyes with its excess
And I was healed of it by a diversion I do not divert

2. And the resolve of my patience towards it went away
So patience stopped my resolve by its hesitation

3. This is a book read by the eye of the heart
Its letters drip away from the eyes of readers

4. The image of beauty is nothing but a revealed chapter
So how can its manuscript not accept kissing?

5. If roses in the morning do not excite love
Then by what has its weakness excited its weakened?

6. Oh, what a beloved whose gathering has become lowly
And what a lover whose stance has become dear