1. My phantom keeps visiting, between thickets and little hills,
While caravans are busy with their camels and their saddles.

2. They fell like glass bottles aligned for them,
Yet to your eyes they're alive like dead.

3. If dawn has forbidden a bond, it was to torture us,
But it is made lawful by the delusions of nights.

4. And how often have I been visited by wings of night when they spread,
By one who wasn't on my mind that he'd come.

5. And he'd visit without an appointed time, and how often
His visit was diverted from us at every time.

6. And you have seen, and the camel has walked with you,
How patient I've been with those afflictions.

7. And how often have I turned my cheek from your caravans,
When my wants and needs were in the caravans.

8. And I said, no rancor is found in my heart to the blamer,
While my heart is burnt by the fire of passion's coal.

9. Tell those who severed on the day of their departure,
Private conversations like doves in the thicket.

10. Memories, with no burdens to carry them
A day of grace like the gamboling of cubs.

11. They and the caravan that takes me far from arranging them
To the litters, longing, each moaning camel.

12. And how many tough, patient she-camels endured them
Until they brought them safe, honored litters.

13. If messengers are sent to fulfill wishes,
They guaranteed you'd bring near the distant.

14. Whoever of you reaches the minister, tell him
My greetings and regards when you reach him.

15. He whose life gladdened the world and then the country,
They weren't unjust when they called him the prosperous.

16. Say, Would that I were the messenger, nothing
Would convey to you except my words, messages.

17. God bless you in pressing, perilous circumstances,
You aided me with joys and reliefs.

18. In gloomy darkness where no light shines,
You removed the garments of darkness from us.

19. In your hands a messenger you send,
Whenever you want, to all the wishing.

20. Like sprinkling rain seen giving sight,
To cut through the horizons the caravans.

21. I swear by litters that carry the fallen dead,
That they have no knowledge of meadows from the clouds’ watering.

22. They return home where the angels live,
An intention that surpasses all intention.

23. And those who circumambulate around it when they blocked,
It for protection with touching and kissing.

24. And how much they shed in Mina's valley throngs
At the stoning pillars from the aged pebbles.

25. And flinging forearms like Indian swords polished,
They cast each day the little pebbles.

26. And those spending the night in a group after they stood
At the knoll, but oh, what standing!

27. And they passed it quickly after they slaughtered
Until they came to it with heavy crimes.

28. It erased the mark of light from their faces,
The one who had been erasing sins.

29. You are, apart from all these people,
More rightful for me and worthier of loyalty.

30. Bring me closer to you, humankind doesn't guide me,
Except a gallant youth who sheltered virtues.

31. Strengthen your hand with what you gave of my hatred
And passion and the fermenting of my affection.

32. I am the one who doesn't change with time from my ardency
For those I was ardent for, and I don't forget my early madness.

33. Don't fear deviation from me in the long term,
Everything you see in me is nothing but my stumblings.

34. It's all the same to me, I owe no favor to,
Refuge from harm and comforts of pleasures.

35. I complain to God of my longing for you and what is
In my heart of burning agonies and stirring.

36. And I'm barred from my adornment, your nearness, or
The palms are empty, devoid of visits.

37. And if I saw you away from all the people,
I'd be content with this life, done with my wishes.

38. Don't think I never saw him, ever,
We meet in affection.

39. And how much meeting for a people in their hearts,
As they wished over the distance of miles.

40. Nearness is the nearness of the heart's concealment, not
The nearness of dwellings, what the conscience contains.

41. I'm a friend to whoever you're a friend to,
And hostile to whoever you're hostile to.

42. You're from a group whose virtues are narrated,
They excelled as if sons of masters.

43. Reaching the lofty peaks with their proposals,
And standing firm in harsh tribulations.

44. And they attend tumults out of excess help,
And terror spreads in empty hearts.

45. As if their hands weren't created for people
Except for giving hands and gifts.

46. Preferring over all the people a height,
Judging all cases.

47. If you assess them you'll find them mansions and homes,
Tall as the stars that are above the heavens.

48. You've privileged them with glories particularized,
This though they surpassed humanity.

49. You never ceased producing noble lineage
As you took it for yourself from the hands of the chaste ladies.

50. You were bounty and faith that gives light
You joined verses of glory with verses.

51. Indeed the head who headed the people with what
He contained of his bounty before headship.

52. If a people adorned themselves with ministry,
The ministries adorned themselves with you.

53. They came to you freely, you sent no reason for them,
You didn't extend to them the palm of your rest.

54. There came to me, among what visited me, news
That reached the furthest limits of all my times.

55. It made me drink bitterness from my cup and robbed
My right eye of the delights of my slumber.

56. If I lie down, it's on the thorns of the lote tree, my bed,
If I walk, seas engulfing fiery embers.

57. They said, he who people wish that they
Could sacrifice themselves for him complained.

58. And I didn't cease to be anxious until I knew
What protections God gave to him from the safety of shadows.

59. And give glad tidings of wellness after my omens stretched,
Good tidings, but not like glad tidings.

60. Thanks to God, you got what you wanted, none
Is prosperous except one who attains his wishes.

61. So live however you want in surrounding honor,
To God belongs a dense army of sufficiency.

62. May you not be worn out by any hated thing,
Nor your fingers fall short of attaining loves.

63. Never disdained by any humans in this world,
So how could you be worn out by worldly aid!

64. I have nothing else to output except this translated poem.