1. Between me and the love, a separation intervened, so if
My unity is broken, I have authorization and submission,

2. And if my rope is scattered, I do not straighten it out,
For the rope of my hope in you is rhythmic.

3. I do not remember the covenant of the beloved except I yearn
As the speckled one yearned.

4. No matter how much I inhale his spontaneity eagerly,
A longing drips from my eyes gently.

5. So the soul after him is embers that have his attributes,
Meem, Waw, and Jeem after which is Jeem.

6. May the nights and days bring us together,
If fate is fair, though fairness is nonexistent.