1. If my enemy is my judge, what shall I do?
To whom shall I complain of my state, to whom shall I groan?

2. My love is my executioner, no doubt of that,
And how many a lover of passion bows down and yields!

3. He who I love has made my blood free among mankind,
So I said, while my heart was torn with passion:

4. My tears bear witness that my heart loves him,
And I will not turn back from loving him, by right of passion!

5. The slanderers sought to turn him from his love of me,
But by right of his love I do not listen or hear!

6. I am the passionate, the sick with love, the one consumed with passion,
And because of his love the tale-bearers grew and defamed me,

7. And they said: 'The youth is no doubt destroyed by love,'
But I said: 'Let him do what he will!'

8. And if they knew what agony and sorrow is in me,
They would pity my state in love and share my agony.

9. He made me drunk with a draft of his wine,
So I rejoiced, and my cup is overflowing with wine!

10. From my intoxication tears of passion flowed from me,
With what was in my heart, and my ardour flared up,

11. And I became like a madman in a crowded street,
Crazed with love for Layla, wandering lost in passion!

12. If in sleep the phantom of him should visit me,
I would be content with a phantom of him, and ask no more.