1. Behold! The dwellings of Layla al-Aamiriyyah are now in ruins,
Her ropes tied fast to none but the men of Thaqif,

2. When she turns her eyes with the owl wary of open spaces,
To a palm-tree, sadness veils her state,

3. They have imprisoned her in bodily incarceration, while
Men have sought wealth through her, Oh! How paltry her wealth!

4. My two friends! Is there a cunning you know,
That might let us steal speech with Layla through her guile?

5. For if you know it not, you are not
The first to need what you cannot attain,

6. As if the party who abused her
Were a summer cloud routed by its driving wind,

7. I looked out on the overflowing torrent at dawn, as they departed,
Skirting the meadows edge, her family,

8. Solace for sorrows saluted her longing
At the parting of friends, then their departure.