1. I averted my eyes in the charms of his beauty,
And I housed my love in the shade of the garden of Eden.

2. Never did he turn like the twist of his cheekbone
On his cheek, or like the twist of his branch.

3. He is but the full moon in the nearness of his light,
In the distance his mirror, and in his maturity his prime.

4. I gained no benefit from his beauty with the certainty in him,
And I fear from my neglect with his assumption.

5. My patience reminds me of the slenderness of his waist,
And my determination reminds me of the languor of his eyelid.