1. When I passed the ruins, I wept, does ice weep for ruins?
I drank my tears when I saw its devotion,

2. And the doves sang to me about it,
When we saw the abandoned house of passion,

3. With nothing but piercing winds,
We drank the torment in draughts, by the traces of its features,

4. That day none of us survived unharmed,
The hands of fate did not leave our place,

5. As if the horses had no hooves,
As if I never rebelled against overpowering love,

6. And people never said, you are decisive,
My day when passion leads me, I'm not tough wood,

7. Savage fangs or ferocious claws,
If I have tears that lament my secret,

8. I have speech that conceals my passion,
By God, the day of parting, what crime did wishes commit against us,

9. That sorrows hugged unto them,
An evening we departed, led by love,

10. With only copious tears to aid us,
Galloping to love's call, as if we were,

11. Racing steeds without halters,
I looked, the living challenged the departed,

12. As hands held the horses' reins taut,
Separation had ripped our group asunder,

13. Sorrows afflicted us and our companions,
A time that fortitude failed, confused,

14. An era that stoicism sought in vain,
Only detached eyes greeted me,

15. And cheeks too delicate for eyes,
I was nurtured by youth until sated,

16. As a child is nourished with food,
With fingers that gesture to the woes of passion,

17. And arms that cling when passions rage,
A critic, how she responded to our separation,

18. Though her censure wounded her lips,
They spurned us with their cheeks, what claim have we,

19. Except their aversion is a crime,
I never feared that fickle hearts would seduce,

20. Women arbitrary in judging us,
Or that my longing ceaselessly stirs,

21. A barren land or an abandoned dwellings,