1. O Ghunm, return the heart of the distraught, grieving lover,

    Before you are pursued for blood money and retribution.

  2. You have enslaved me with a coy charm of yours that kills me;

    And you have shot, and did not miss my liver.

  3. If you kill me thus, unjustly, with no wrong to avenge,

    Then you will not escape my people, Banu Asad.

  4. As for the heart, it is something you have already carried off;

    So what harm would it do you not to sicken my body?

  5. You are love, my soul's desires, and its delight;

    I say that, and do not hide it from anyone.

  6. You have attained beauty and a captivating, lovely coy charm;

    So you are called none other than the town's gazelle.

  7. And you are pleasant and cool in the summer heat,

    And in winter, warm on a night of bitter cold.

  8. She gives her bedfellow sweet saliva to drink from her lips,

    From a cool mouth, with canine teeth gleaming like hailstones.

  9. Oh, if only I could be alone with her before I die,

    On the mattress, between the curtain and the stacked furnishings,

  10. She having made her right hand, with its gleaming ornament, my pillow,

    And the armlet on her left upper arm lying on my upper arm.

  11. Every day we catch a glimpse of you,

    And would that your house were opposite mine.

Sol 6.1