1. My heavens are in your eyelids and forehead,
For your beauty is the solace of the sorrowful.

2. My poetry is but the fluttering of my heart,
That has come to know tenderness from yearning.

3. Revelation and inspiration flow from you,
Like the descent of the Trustworthy Spirit.

4. Does the day forbid me the slightest thing,
While at night, oh glorious one, you comfort me?

5. If only the night were an unending dream,
So the generous could dispense with stinginess.

6. Oh how I yearn for the coming night,
With a true apparition to soothe and content me.

7. And in dreams are pleasures fulfilled;
The most beautiful of what is certain.

8. I saw you in my dream, oh stingy one,
Kissing me, your waist in my right hand.

9. The first kiss was for my eyes,
And ten more after filled my forehead.

10. In wakefulness, is the kissing of lips
That weakened my heart and faith the same?

11. You turned away disdainfully from my words,
"Come, oh beautiful one, and kiss me."

12. And beneath the diaphanous chemise, a breast
I stretched my begging hand toward.

13. And when I came desiring to touch it,
You pushed away my hand, "Oh mother, have mercy on me!"

14. How many necklaces I strung with flowers
That your jasmine perfume burst open!

15. I ransom stingy one who deprived a generous man,
Helping her guard what is precious.