1. With your eyes, O this gazelle, for how long
Will you torture with estrangement one who cannot endure patiently?

2. You have become so pampered that you have been humiliated, and your body has become emaciated,
Sick with the frills of yearning stumbling.

3. And time has passed, O Saad, that was spent with my companion,
Cheering me, and the night blossoms like the full moon.

4. I cried for him when I remembered, and love
Wrestles with the agonizing love when it remembers.

5. The soul I desire and the covenant of its love
Is old, and the religion of affection does not change.

6. Be kind to my state if my heart has been ignited for him
With fire from all sides flaming.

7. And an eye that wipes the clouds, its shedding tears disquiets it,
Over sorrow and joy they flow and drip.

8. When it saw the terrain of Sala and its rock,
Tomorrow the fleeting beauty from it pours forth.

9. By those places the doe capers for him,
Captivated, and the resolve in intentions crumbles.

10. Upon it from the hidden adornment is the splendor
That confuses for love that has perplexed.

11. So I don’t know from the plain of love and its sorrow
Whether my night has been brightened or it is the blossoming forenoon.

12. And my early morning, indeed its edges have softened, and estrangement
With its harshness folds my heart and unfurls it.

13. My person, O faithful friend, was known
And here he is from the ravages of the gazelle unrecognizable.

14. He threw at me an arrow from one sick in his eyelids
So it bloodied a heart in which its meaning is concealed.

15. And were it not for him in my heart I would have said: aim and judge
However you wish, do not show mercy for you have the choice.

16. I shielded myself with beautiful patience, and for passion
Swords over my non­existent patience brandished.

17. So if I say “I do not cry” it wipes my tears away,
A passion whose concealment I cannot endure.

18. And if I say “I cry” then shame on the unjust accuser,
And even if the equitable accompanied the ardent, he would excuse.

19. Greetings to my early morn and the days of his nearness
For I vanish and appear for them full of fervor.