O men of intelligence and understanding

O men of intelligence and understanding, I am distraught between the sun and the gazelles.
He who forgets Suhá is not forgetful, but he who forgets the sun is forgetful.
Let him offer himself to his herd, for gifts open the mouth to utter praise.
Verily, she is an Arab girl, belonging by origin to the daughters of Persia, yea, verily.
Beauty strung for her a row of fine pearly teeth, white and pure as crystal.
I boded ill from her unveiling, and at that moment her loveliness and splendour affrighted me.
From those twain I suffered two deaths: thus hath the Koran revealed her.
I said, 'Wherefore did thy unveiling affright me?' (She answered), 'Thy foes have trysted to attack thee when the sun shines.'
I said, 'I am in a guarded demesne of black hair that hides thee: let it fall at their coming.'
This poem of mine is without rhyme: I intend by it only Her.
The word 'Her' is my aim, and for Her sake I am not fond of bartering except (with) 'Give and take' (há wa-há).