I, with my eye, chose her,
And my wound is indeed by her self.

Of highly esteemed ancestry,
And resides in her Emirates.

With sea of yearning I met her,
Deep, with towering waves.

As a fawn, in its pasture,
A deer amongst deer.

As it happens, I wished for her,
For even a moment, her to meet.

My heart raced, though I did not see her,
Dangerous, if ever increased.

To the cadence of her voice,
Gentle, her speech.

Pierced me, the day I met her,
On a bright day we met.

Her large eyes, I discovered her,
Flowers are her cheeks.

In my eyelid, her I concealed,
Throughout my soul she spreads.

For her eyes I indulged her,
Sign of love is indulgence.

She is the one I chose,
And she satisfies all her desires.