1. Eve, your mother's love has caused us grief
If only the apple of passion did not exist

2. If it weren't for what was in her cheek
Adam would not have been tempted by his wife and disobeyed

3. He would not have plucked the forbidden fruit to eat
To justify through it his disobedience

4. Rather he would have said, while thinking in his fear
Eve, God has forbidden this fruit

5. She seduced him when the evening was adorned
With the dreams that adorn our minds

6. And there was a silvery veil upon the heavens
From the light of a moon that hides its brilliance

7. The breeze was fragrant, and in its breaths
Was that which revives the soul and body

8. So he saw, for the goodness of his life around him
Delight, and he coveted beauty and benevolence

9. She smiled at him and glanced coquettishly
A partnership that was seductive

10. And she made him covet an apple
With which to quench his thirsty heart

11. Until when he refused, frightened
She brought her cheeks closer, causing agony

12. And leaned seductively, saying "This one
Eat it, as you have kissed me sometimes"

13. So he inclined to her, saying to himself
Shall I eat an apple and be repaid?

14. Let us eat of this beauty, for her consent
Makes every hardship easy for him

15. Eve, O mother of mankind, were it not for you
Passion among people would not be disgraceful

16. You were created for tricks and plotting
And seeking pleasures in our world

17. Your beauty was adorned with frivolity and subtlety
And reason was the fortress of Adam's forehead

18. Was this your secret? To have him eat
What you offered to him and safeguarded?

19. And so your ugly betrayal has not ceased
To destroy men and ruin countries

20. You made it easy for him, then deceived him
With the tears of deceit that flowed treacherously

21. And how often have the tears of women flowed for trickery
And sorrow was drowned in those tears

22. As for the tears of men, they are few
And pure, knowing no falsehood

23. May God have mercy on you, O she from whose mother
She inherited perfections that kill mankind

24. You preserved this beauty and offered it
So we went astray in loving it and were guided

25. Your tears adorned your radiant cheek as
The braids adorn the beautiful head

26. Were it not for your trickery we would not have disobeyed our Lord
And the passionate heart disobeyed

27. You subjugated him and robbed him of all his treasures
So he became submissive and confused before you

28. It was as if he were a king who lost his throne
So virtue, kingdom and authority wept

29. Love made us equal but for me
It has become my religion and faith

30. Do not think the two hearts in the law of passion
Are lawful, for my love was supreme

31. In love, silence pleased you and my pleasure
Was its eloquence, and it was expression

32. If not for modesty, your weakness strength
I would have given the reins for you completely

33. I know you, so this is the saying of one experienced
Do not deny what refutes denial

34. But let fate run its course, as
Passion has willed, and so our union came

35. I have forgiven you all your sins
So that our union and meeting would be pleasant

36. My fortune is like yours in misery and passion
So let our spirits blend in cooperation

37. I love you, O seducer I befriended
And forgave, so our tears met

38. In your chaste love my heart is pure
And love is purification, as fires have recounted

39. And for your violet eyes I was afflicted
So I plucked and inhaled its delight

40. So my chest is filled with fragrance and light
Receiving hopes and solace

41. It always yearns for soft straightness
As a bird yearns for branches

42. Your eyes are the color of the sky, so from them
And from the sky, the heart softened and yielded

43. Tears are a gift from your eyelids, a place
That brings the lost lover back to life

44. If you close your lips, my eyelids, calm me
So I can taste the pleasures of passion

45. Kissing your eyelids is not considered a sin
I see it as mercy and affection

46. What is the fault of a bee that harvests nectar from a lily?
And the eyelid is like a lily to me

47. For long you have tortured me and denied me
So beg the Merciful for your stinginess

48. My love, your beauty has overflowed and passion
So when will I be saturated by its water?

49. So prepare, for life is short
And passes like the beautiful migrating bird

50. So cling to its wing, then flutter
To take from its feathers what our hearts longed for

51. Be rapacious and giving for it
Or else bear the loss and deprivation

52. So let the heart flutter in its pleasures
As long as you still listen to its throbbing

53. And if the eye does not cry or stay up all night in lovesickness
It does not deserve rest and disregard

54. With what excuses, my beauty, when passion
Has not gathered its folds or touched its heights?

55. The night has come, and the stars are like
A necklace that holds pearls and coral

56. And the flowers, the breeze has opened them, and their fragrance
Has perfumed the trains and courtyard

57. And the branch leaned, and like a sigh, its rustling
Offers you the apple and pomegranate

58. Or have you not heard the throbbing of my heart
When it remembered and craved flight?

59. It is as if it were a bird leaving its nest
To see the dawn and sing melodies

60. And if you recall our intimate talk, you will shout out
My chest has now become filled with its love

61. I wish it were near me, and I near it
The intoxication of passion keeps company with the drunk

62. And it would say to me, and its talk is a song
"O desired one, your estrangement has killed me"

63. Nothing is sweeter than the words of passion
And its tears where heartsickness makes one weep

64. Hearts of lovers forever mellow for it
And it cuts through them in the graves as shrouds

65. It is as if it were a perfume I diffused on you
And the handkerchief was perfumed by it for a while

66. My heart has not known forgetfulness for an hour
Nor will your heart know forgetfulness

67. So remember our sweet talk at night
And remember our sweet love in the morning

68. If my poetry does not arouse in you the passions of love
I will leave poetry and women

69. And if nature loses its blossoming
The nightingales will hide their melodious voices