1. The end of longing does not come to the intellect,
And the limit of patience does not bring relief any closer.

2. Patience is best, except that its companion
Is shunned like an outcast in hard terrain.

3. My supply of tears on the day we parted, I spent it.
So composure left me, both when alone and together.

4. And my eyes overflowed with tears uncontrollably
On the day we parted, streaming down my cheeks.