1. You wielded swords from those eyelids,
And arrayed regiments from the army of beauty.

2. So the lovers fell slain in the fray—
How many you killed, when you quenched their thirst!

3. I wonder at Beauty and its deeds;
From it comes life, though it may be deadly.

4. And I say, my heart sore on its pyre,
“Gently, with a heart still so frail!

5. For God’s sake, if you give a lover safety,
Do not let him hear the rustling of silk.”

6. If you lifted the veil from this heart,
You would see in it Beauty’s kinds unnumbered.

7. And you would read verses of revelation
That were never written, their letters hearts throbbing.

8. Your beauty is a fire that purged
The blemish of hearts—so I turned chaste.

9. With a supple cheek, an eyelid withering,
A kissing-mouth spreading sweet basil,

10. With your vanishing waist and my shattered composure—
Do not forbid me two playful kisses!

11. Take for your heart from your shapely figure tenderness,
And be devoted. Your Lord preserves what is known.