The people said that you are a second Joseph,

When I looked closely, in truth, you are better than him.

You are sweeter than him with your sugar-sweet smile, that I say,

O king of beauties, that you are the sweet one of the age.

Your mouth cannot be compared to a bud,

Never has a bud been with such a narrow mouth.

A hundred times you said that I would receive pleasure from your mouth,

Like a free lily, why are all your words just words?

You say I will give you pleasure and take your soul,

I fear you will not give me pleasure and (yet) take my soul.

Your eye passes like an arrow through the shield of the soul,

Who has seen a sick person with such a strong bow?

You cast him like a tear from the eyes of people,

The one whom you drive away from your sight for a moment.