1. O dweller of the abode of life when the twisted branches are cast down,
None can surpass your guidance when intention turns towards you.

2. My covenant with your homelands is populated,
Fulfilling promises while no promises are fulfilled for it.

3. Days I would graze in your meadows and roam the gardens of wishes,
While today my share of your love is weeping.

4. The eye depends on its tears flowing,
While grief is useless when fate takes its course.

5. There is no comfort for it in crying,
Its only comfort is in destiny.

6. Where is the soft breeze that would visit us,
Healing afflictions whenever it blew from you?

7. May longing have its days ruled,
Though my words of “may it be” rarely avail.

8. Grant that life to return bending its shoulder,
And come back to me as youth returns.

9. An alluring girl has overcome its heart with drunkenness,
Exposing the sun of morning.

10. Weak of waist, if she would scent herself
With a kiss, it would not quench its breath’s thirst.

11. Her totality resembles her detail,
For each part has reached perfect beauty.

12. The critic blames me for loving her,
May he not rest or be tested!

13. O you whose radiant lightning’s glare
Precedes its flash with life.

14. The twigs are clothed with leaves by it,
Its bracelets are scattered and enrich the earth.

15. No land was watered by its downpour
Whether it roared or irrigated the thirsty.

16. It lodged in its homes, nor is there a throb
Swifter than what conscience conceals.

17. The Syrian swords are not sharpened
In the slits of the eyelids to be wiped.

18. Its extent turns from our sight,
As if there were no returning to us.

19. When the swords sheathe their blades,
Their length does not protect us.

20. You promised us victory but disappointed us,
While the sword neither benefits nor protects.