1. Burning passion flows my tears in streams,
And visions haunt my weary, waking dreams,

2. They blame my love, but no reproach can move,
A heart enthralled by her it loves.

3. New love I have not, though love fades away,
And leaves a sadness clouding joy’s bright day.

4. My streaming tears engrossed me, till I spend,
My days in shedding them and comprehend,

5. Nought else but how they overflow and run,
Down my wan cheeks when weepings are begun.

6. A shaking spear that shakes my heart; a bent,
Slim,

7. gentle one that draws it where he went,
A crescent moon summoned the call unto,

8. Till
in the distance he appeared as new.

9. Far separation made the camping place
Seem

10. fairer spoken of than seen face to face.
A crown whose weight the brow can ne’er remove,

11. A Jesus whom no cross can dispossess of love,
An ardour that its home leaves not, but keeps

12. My tears forever flowing while she weeps.
Each morn we hail the clouds in Syria,

13. That come charged with the bounty that we pray for,
Till when for travel they prepare and don

14. Their packs, unto its
call they're up and gone.

15. A refuge
of beneficence they gain,

16. Then don
their travel gear and quit the plain,

17. Through early night and morn they rapid fare
O’er arid

18. wastes and trackless deserts bare.
Where wells Ali', the Prince, they drink their fill,

19. And slake the thirst that journey gave, at will.
A king who won

20. fame’s loftiest degree
When he was numbered with the chiefs and free.

21. Dawn finds them rain clouds, evening lions stout,
Mountains

22. when battle joys the war-cry’s shout.
An eastward

23. ruler just, who rightly guides
Islam's fair

24. conquest through her proper tides,
Brave men whom swords make blithe when battle flames,

25. And wealth
but angers them and merits blames.

26. Northwards he fared, wafting a perfume sweet,
Both north and zephyr made his gift complete,

27. A king whose
armies bowed obedient,

28. His time and term fulfilled at his consent.
Westwards he drove his steed to smite and break

29. The foe, and captives of their fetters take.
And so he made their breasts the butt for blows

30. Of his strong arm, and
loosed their prisoned hands.

31. O thou who
didst defend when Islam prayed,

32. And stay her course when she an outspan made,
Thy sword against the Greeks has warning given;

33. They seek escape but find
it not in heaven.

34. A place of woe
for them thy deeds have wrought,

35. Where thou hast turned their gladness into nought.
In Syria thou hast won the fairest place,

36. That grows more lovely
with thy growing grace.

37. A land whose rays of light are never done,
A meadow 'neath a canopy of sun,

38. Won by thy spears that made its bulwarks vain,
Walls that shall ne'er be stormed by mortal men,

39. Whose circling
battlements no evil fear

40. If foes should sudden dash on them from rear,
With towers linked by the waves that underneath

41. Their base flow on, with turrets
lost in air,

42. Like clouds that meeting peaks have clasped and kissed,
Trailing