1. The lover's wakefulness returned to him,
Due to worries that afflict him,

2. And I remembered how my liver softened for him,
Yet his liver does not soften for me,

3. Neither are his people my people, nor his land my land,
So we could be neighbors in his land someday,

4. And I found a passion no one before me
Had ever felt for a girl so graceful,

5. Except Ibn ‘Ujalān who lost himself in love
For Hind and wasted away in his yearning.