1. Had they not left in crowds,
My eyelids would not have shed tears.

2. They left, after capturing my heart,
Leaving me with yearning at farewell.

3. O Saad, help me and beware
That you do not become, like me,

4. Prey to the gazes of gazelles.
Do not feel secure that you may spend a night like mine,

5. Complaining of sorrow, passion and anguish.
Say to the morning breeze secretly,

6. And if you do not start advising me
With that which leads to, made public,

7. O tail dragged from the abode of affection
Erect your inverted speech.

8. How much have I cried over one who cried
In an abode, that I cried over abodes and wilds,

9. With tears, that if Ja'far possessed their excess,
Springtime would sprout on cheeks.

10. They reached the beloved, so their reunion with her
Returned the paths of wish from their being cut off.

11. And over the tribe, from the confused quarter, neighbors
Who moved, so our condition was split.

12. Longing and bending over their arrival departed
From me a heart palpitating and flaming.

13. How long my night has lasted, prolonged,
With their approach, near and swift.

14. You have exhausted, O reproacher of my solace,
In advice, your efforts, even if you called one listening.

15. It does no harm that one like you disobeys
If he does not cease to be obedient to passion.

16. You blamed me for pining after a gazelle’s eyes.
Did one who loved come up with anything new?