1. Tomorrow I will loosen the strings of my oud
To strengthen the ropes on the camels of departure

2. Each day a farewell embrace in the air
Enfolding the figures of loved ones in shawls

3. A journey in the gloom of desolation rains grief
On the backs trudging with their burdens

4. How separation has frozen its essence into ice
And jealousy flared over the rose's thorns

5. Fate is a thornbush whose branches are spears
How can I pluck from it a cluster of grapes?

6. Save me from it, ceaselessly it disquiets me
With a departure that necessitates unstringing my oud

7. I'm like a ball eternally struck
By the blows of fate in a playing field

8. Patience in difficulties is not lacking in gentleness
That reveals to separation a calm, constant soul

9. If the hand of the driver turns the reins aside
A heart flows smoothly toward the beloved land

10. Hasten, caravan of the precious place
Calamity has passed from its borders

11. I envy the train of my robe which has succeeded
In kissing the dust of its hem

12. My eye wishes, whenever the ground is swept clean,
The broom were crafted from the hair of my eyelashes

13. I grieve for it and beg the clouds
To water its path with pouring trails

14. As if it were eternity, that group never ceases
Its lads with ewers and cups

15. If I go there, my steed swims playfully
If I return, the stirrups scrape dust