1. I complain to one whose name is the opposite of his nature
He left of my body only its likeness

2. While his glance is deemed infirm, the infirmity of my body is from his infirmity
He fixed the arrow of the glance in my slaughter

3. And my liver is wounded by him and by his arrow
The cheek of dawn is abashed by his face

4. In its good fortune, and the full moon by its perfection
The rose is rendered fragrant by the rose of his cheeks

5. Yearning unto the savor of their kiss
And if the boughs of wishes were as his stature

6. Alas for joining with him!
And moist pearls when they smile

7. Annul any mouth coveted for stringing them
I complain of the arms of the glance in their war

8. The complainant did not lack during his peace
On the day of battle he destroys his peers

9. And his palm has not been seen to lack deftness
His waist oppresses him, his buttock

10. Swaying, the boastful in his darkness
Dallying of glances, languorous from

11. A copiousness exhaling from its darkness
As if, in the disposition of beauty without

12. Rival, he won in the allotment of his destiny
The critic makes excuses to him unto the

13. Lover when he meets him in his resoluteness
His speech is the permitted sorcery

14. That attacks the heart with his talk
Who sees him one day riding his steed

15. In its saddle-cloth - woe to its mother!
Saying, 'become blind' his glance says in the fray

16. And makes the lions as his sheep
So, if a king saw him, he would become

17. A vassal to him perforce against his will