1. He complains of the intensity of passion and its excess
Of every malady that afflicts him, its remedy afflicts him

2. Truly, what healed his lips is prolonged sorrow, and
Sorrows fell short of him, so in the breeze is his remedy

3. Reproach not the ardent lover for pausing
In the abode whose weeping in it prolonged

4. Not a tear dropped in the shadows of clouds
Except that the valleys of his soul were flooded

5. And the sore eyelid deserves, when its blood ceases
That its blood overflow

6. O neighbor of encampments, the prayer of a passion-stricken one
Did not abandon you after you all, his soberness abandoned him

7. It’s not strange that parting caused his death
But the strange, the amazingly strange, is his survival

8. And I see your glances severing his ties
And his connection, so that his effort continues

9. And alive over the sanctuary of palm trees, never
Ceased to be protected by the wolf-like swords, their howling

10. If it were not for the new moon, no
Valley of his would be excited, nor its draft drunk

11. O lightning, send him when the birds crowded his basin
And its surfaces frowned and its outskirts reddened

12. And its rivers dripped down and its branches swayed
And its spaces became fragrant, did the winds forget him after being kind

13. Or did its scents and moistness leave him
The hand of afflictions did not abandon him, wearing him out

14. And wasting his companionship and sobering him
His happiness with his joy departed and his names

15. Betrayed him when their names called him
By God a full moon whose prominence in my mind’s eye

16. Captivates hearts, his beauty and brightness
A moon, when it appears clearly in a gaze

17. The eye falls short of the heart in perceiving it
He refuses to be likened to the most beautiful of faces

18. The incline of his soft cheek refuses such comparison
The night is but his hair and its darkness

19. And dawn but his face and its glow
Where is the mole and cheek and garden of his cheek

20. If it were not for him, his charms would not have killed us
A cheek possessing a piece of every heart, its fire

21. Alas for it, and every sore eyelid its water
Nay, my surrender is but surrender to the bending of his eyelids

22. Lovesick, and its coquetry did not empower it
None triumphed but his lover and one hanging

23. Onto the gifts of the Almighty King, his hope