1. This silk has been disturbed by passionate love,
Is it from your lips or is it your perfume?

2. My heart fluttered in its softness until it became
Like a breeze fluttering and flying through the air.

3. So do not let the breeze reveal anything
To you, for I am a jealous lover.

4. And this pearl necklace of yours is like me,
Melting, for its love is but a little love.

5. Your forehead shone in the night of black hair
Like a crescent moon from which my soul takes light.

6. And your hair is a darkness that covered my disgrace,
To the valleys there is the roar of waterfalls.

7. On your cheeks is a rose from which I cry,
For that rose is a peer of my tears.

8. In your lips for me are water and fire,
So my heart is illuminated by their smile.

9. Your waist is so delicate it almost vanished,
That is why my poetry softened and my passions.

10. Your figure holds beautiful gardens,
And in my heart for the sight of them is fire.

11. From those beauties I have treasures for myself,
In my palms their essence is ample.

12. I carried your love until my ribs cracked,
And my heart almost took flight from it.

13. And if I begin to recite the poetry of my love,
My verses are cut off by sighing.

14. I see the lovers as servants and soldiers to me,
And in your love I am their commander.