1. My heart did not beg for patience, though it was distraught,
Except that the beautiful eyes had robbed it,

2. Nor did an eyelid enslave my spirit, possessing charm,
Except that its sword was notorious for sorcery.

3. I sacrifice her who made my heart submissive to her,
While gossip is discarded and it remains captured.

4. The roseiness of her cheek in it is emancipated,
From its inebriation the narcissus of her eyelids is intoxicated.

5. Sorcery has pitched its tent in her gazing eyes,
And magic in what it has of influence on the heart.

6. Her love is sweet even if she wrongfully sheds my blood,
And I do not care since death is predestined.

7. If it were not for her radiance and her cheek, she would not have been
Worshipped by me like fire or light are worshipped.