1. The discourse of a graceful doe who attained hope
Or sought to comfort a love that burdened him, so he relaxed

2. I have no share of intimacy in my youth, rather
My share of love is that I am one of those slain

3. If only they had heeded the admonishers
But their advice in love was never accepted

4. And had their advice in love been accepted
The sword would have outsped Moses' glance

5. I sought a trick to recover from loving him
A cure for love's malady, if it befalls

6. O he whose every word I utter in longing
Is a complaint - and what complaint ever softened a mountain?

7. I tried curing myself of some of his charms
So his allotted fate prescribed illnesses and ailments for me

8. My soul began ailing for you in sorrow
Perhaps, would that, and my poetry - all coquetry

9. Wakefulness kept me from returning the greeting, so
I did not return your kindly gesture due to illness

10. And if slumber brought me a vision of you
I did not dare impose on the vision with a kiss

11. The yellowness of grief dyed my body saffron
While my cheeks were reddened by dripping tears

12. And he said, "We will never reach this color." I said,
"If it were sprinkled with the water of affliction, we would attain it."

13. My longing for you - though my longing has
Burdened me beyond what the sand grouse can bear

14. My poetry, my weeping, and your long estrangement
Exhausted rhymes, exhausted tears, exhausted stratagems