1. Since I was a girl, O Abu Al-Abbas
I have hoped for a meeting, yet despaired

2. Tears for separation drowned me, but
I dried them with the heat of my breath

3. How fares the one who combs and touches
hair that lies upon him as he stays in Fez?

4. What I have endured since we parted
is a surging sea of torment and distress

5. Oh one who guards a cheek with a cheek
who guards the rose’s bloom from harm

6. And eyelids that learned the art of magic
surpassing the sweetest wine’s charm

7. Without you here, my state is like
an amputated arm in its sling