How is the beautiful, sugar-scattering beloved?

How is the light of the eyes and the sight?

How wondrous is that tale-bearing glance?

How wondrous is that thieving curl?

How wondrous is that famous one of the market of beauty?

How wondrous is the prosperity of that flower garden?

My heart has sat in mourning from love

How wondrous is the beloved's heart in the love of the heart?

From His own kindness, that beloved called me His beloved

How wondrous is that beloved without this beloved?

In appearance, He caresses the servants

How wondrous is He with the servant in secrets?

When I first saw Him, He gave me my soul

I knew how He is in giving

If He repeated that generosity

You would be certain how He is in repetition

How wondrous is that satin-clad, curly poetry

Around the satin face?

Ask the physician of the lovers again

How is that sick narcissus?

How wondrous is that Tatar musk pod?

How wondrous is that Bulgar curl?

How wondrous on the circle of the verified line

That it has broken a hundred compasses?

I am wretched, a captive of a low moan

He does not ask one day how that wretched one is

My heart is a thief of His gaze, a thief of this thief

How wondrous is that thief of the thief of the thief?

You, O friend, like me, are a companion of the cave

Put your head in the cave, how is this cave?

So that when I see you, I will scatter my soul

I will show the people how the spectator is

My speech has no end, but

I showed the form of that speech, how it is