1. O you who blame me for pausing
At the ruins of the house with embers smoldering

2. I search my memories of it with a wistful gaze
By your life! It is the house outwardly that

3. I passed by, but did not speak to anyone within
It brings my heart back to relive its sorrows and joys

4. And takes on the difficulty and ease within it
My overflowing tears descend upon it

5. Though as I pass, I do not speak to its people
More intensely than the death I will surely taste

6. And in that house where I seclude myself
Beware of the spies among the living, whose blood stains the spindle

7. As their passions run wild and joke around
At the edge of the enclosure, aloft among the branches, is a dwelling

8. Spacious, that squeezed my chest and left me anguished
I will declare it, what is destined must gush forth

9. The guarantee of love flows from my sides
Sharing my patience over her, though it falters

10. What more can the spies say
Other than I am her lover, smitten

11. A passion in chastity, untainted by any doubt
As Qays loved Lubna, and Tawba

12. I say this, though the spies' arrows strike true
Indeed, the spies spoke true, you are my beloved

13. Though you do not possess praiseworthy traits
I will submit to the Gentle One, patient with your blame

14. And press my cheek to the soil of your abode
I remain still, hoping for your nearness and acceptance

15. The night wraps me in the garment of your love
As though the edges of the shirt envelop me

16. This is the house - who can I complain to of its soil?
And weep for our nights within it and its changes

17. Passing evenings in it sheltering enemies under its ceiling
As if its fangs once held wine that aged it

18. With the dew's water from late night, most dense
They left, and perhaps kind intentions will bring them close

19. Like a sun that lingered in the afternoon shadows
As if the meadow breathed in the night air

20. I have not tasted it except with my eyes keeping watch
Like lightning flashing from the highest clouds