1. By my life, my writing has not kept me from you,
Not for estrangement, but the excess messengers embarrass me.

2. If I have not written to you, it is because
My heart is with you when evening comes and morning breaks.

3. Does my greeting some of your people deceive you?
I was only joking, I meant no harm.

4. My mingling, O Fawz of her family, know for certain
That it is your house I yearn for.

5. If I do not grant you love and passion,
Then who, O Fawz, do I love and grant passion?

6. I conceal from people what is in me, and sometimes
I mention you until I almost declare it plainly.

7. So my heart, my messages have longed for you,
And this is my messenger, inarticulate, not eloquent.