1. The thoughts of you stir up my affection,
And so I have loved none but you, my beloved.

2. You creep into my mind like your creep into my heart,
So I sense it beating in my soul.

3. My every limb has become infatuated,
As it has been branded by your love, O beloved.

4. You give your love and secret to my atoms,
As if my limbs were created as hearts.

5. You have stirred my passion, O morning breeze!
You have wafted while my heart is swooning with love.

6. You reminded me of the kindness of days gone by,
How good were the days of youth!

7. We used to have, in the neighborhood,
A life of bliss and comfort.

8. Fate had gathered our loved ones,
In a garden of blooming flowers.

9. While fate was heedless of parting us,
And fortune was kind to fill the cups.

10. The eye of time was jealous of this serenity,
Even if the difficult eye should be jealous and run dry.

11. So the gathering of loved ones parted,
By the hands of calamities that know the hands of calamities.

12. By God, O morning breeze, tell me,
About the neighborhood and its expanse.

13. In the corners of the land, their neighborhood,
Is a heart burning with sorrow.

14. Missing them, grief has flown with it,
How harsh is the loss and how difficult!

15. Will my time bring them back to me?
How far is the house and how near!

16. I cut off lines of thought about them,
And follow it with my burning sorrow.

17. I cry for them with passion, and from a moan,
My blood tears whiten with grief.

18. It amazes me to remain while they are absent,
And I have the right, O water, to be amazed.

19. How many dawns I spent awake with them,
Neglecting stars and seeing planets.

20. Their specter comes to me with news of them,
I say, welcome, hello!

21. The specter gladdens me, but it is
Like a flash of specter that has become a phantom.

22. O people of that neighborhood, my love for you
Has become a doctrine of love in my heart.

23. And my passion for you, and the religion of passion,
I have wanted no patience from it but it refused.

24. Robbed of all by you, by God,
It is right for the crazed to be robbed.

25. I hope He who destined our separation,
Will unite us, and nearness will be written.

26. You have the right, O you who have set my mind aflame,
Scorched despite those who blamed.

27. You did not disappear from my sight for a moment,
Thus the Creator decreed, and there is no escape.

28. Enough are my love and infatuation with you,
For a time, and my drunkenness in passion is my drink.

29. The beloved does not raise whom he takes by the hand,
How abased is the lover, how tired!