1. There is no shame in your standing in the desolate valley
If you are not afflicted by my illness and poverty, you have no shame

2. These are the playing fields of that gazelle, so throw with them
Take your bedroll away from the caravan with me, O freeman

3. Stop for me, for in my stopping at the sanctuary are wonders
Conceal that you found joy, then my secrets

4. And watch my flirting with that gazelle when
He rang and touched the horseman and the knight

5. I cast my heart and I have no quiver for it
With arrows that flew without bowstrings

6. So he confused the difference between dusk and dawn
And confused the cheek between water and fire

7. Whoever is lost in his poetry is guided by his smile
And his radiant, captivating mouth

8. I raised the story of the tear of the eye, and it was continuously flowing
Never ceasing, the flow of this streaming tear

9. Woe to whoever climbs the ruins, lamenting them
What use is asking about the imprint and the house?