1. You knew the illness of this languishing gazelle,
So why do you ask about her sickness

2. As if you didn’t know that passion
Is what cures her and brings her afflictions.

3. I seek refuge for you from her, O critic,
It is an obsession that resides in her veins.

4. She departed from her abodes in the clouds,
The rain quenched her with its streams

5. And she shed tears of regret
For those who share her bitter cups.

6. Indeed, the rain greeted those homes
And revived the places of her neighborhoods,

7. Which are but the tryst of lovers
Beckoning from all its corners.

8. So unleash your riding beast despite her
And accept her changing passions.

9. If she paused for you at the two stopping places
You’d grasp some of her cures.

10. For the faces of passionate lovers were not known,
By your life, except by their markings.

11. And you, if you blame the infatuated,
Then you are her biggest enemy.