1. She herself shot an arrow from her curved eyebrow,
From her eyelid overlooking the openings of beautiful maidens.

2. Her fingers tell tales of the patterns of her henna,
A garden laughing from the heavens of heavens.

3. Beauty itself seems to speak to itself through her,
After excelling in the melody of melodies.

4. Glory to Him who hid meanings in buildings
As a covering for the anemones of bliss.

5. She bit the grapes thinking they were
The gardens and crowns of red ruby.

6. She is a gazelle gliding in her necklaces
Among the pulpits in the age of mankind.

7. The meaning of beauty and its essence is the charm that
Wears out coyness with the symmetry of tender gazelles.

8. The eye of eyes and the lote tree of charm which
Grew tall over the heavens with branches.

9. The fresh simple basil in the buildings between
The signs of steeds in the abode.

10. The secret of tomorrow is the meaning of letters as if
It were Mahmoud Ahmad the essence of humanity.

11. The shadow of light and the barrier of connection which
Exhausted minds with its important explanation.

12. A meaning appeared with the symmetry of the humble
slave known for reciting the Quran.

13. Covered in the elements of transcendence in
A simile containing the jewels of the garden.

14. Girded with the thin veils of absoluteness
Enveloping the secret of the subtleties of the worlds.

15. A mystery appeared in the world, its letters foreign,
Its meaning too subtle for the adept scholar.

16. If you sought her mortal self you would find her essence
Divinity hinting at the potential of existence.

17. It tells you of the oneness of transcendence in
The dawn of multiplicity, the domain of the Merciful.

18. She captivated and drew from the scabbard of her glances
An eyelid that melted the features of passions.

19. She is a gazelle gliding in her necklaces,
Overlooking lovers with confusion.

20. O you who became enamored by the shade of her beauty
Wait, for the passion of one who is doomed has melted.

21. It is enough what he has suffered from the pain of
Misfortunes and calamities from the harvest of eyelids.

22. How narrow his chest became with worries, and he has
Become girded with the tails of fires.

23. The days have worn out his calamities, and he has
No escape from them, mixed with fleeting moments.

24. They tore the pockets of patience, so its
Strong ropes burst forth onto the frail heart.

25. He did not complain to fate, for it has
No rule over rise and fall.

26. I hope for desires within you, that have been tied,
And you can reveal them without hesitation.

27. My love, my wine cup, my tambourine, and together
We were lost in the darkness of sleeves and plains.

28. The full moon is jealous of its perfection,
And the sun is perplexed by its revolution.

29. That is only because the splendor of its beauty
Grew taller than the tender gazelles and the worlds.

30. It has no equal in the world, nor
A match in the monastery, nor a second.

31. The garden of minds, when it draws near gliding
In the garments of beauty in the essence of creation.

32. How often its darkness kept me up at night
And the shadow was musk from the harvest of the chaste.

33. So take off your clothes and get close to the
Valley of the sacred away from the darkness of events.

34. You will find the beauty of Truth shining from
His revelation, in abstraction and explanation.

35. And wander between the features of gazelles
In the necklace of connection, the tales of temptations.

36. And go towards charming gazelles overlooking
Lovers with confusion upon the eyelids.

37. You will meet the antelope of beauty, her mouth of union
More delicious than fenugreek in the scales.

38. And sweeter than the tapping of a girl on dried yogurt
Towards the rituals of homelands.

39. So drink to the ancient sound the juice
Of cheeks from the uniqueness of the two entities.

40. She handed my palm with the rising of her ray
A cup laughing from the mouths of beautiful maidens.

41. So I saw the meaning of her beauty in the cup
Without veils or beauty, just beauty.

42. I wish a sip of it became the passing
Fervor in cycles and temptations.