1. I roam with my dreams around you, O beloved
I greet you in spirit amid the darkness of night

2. Eighty days passed, lost is their bliss
As if I were alone in existence without kith or kin

3. I became a stranger in the world due to your home’s estrangement
And estrangement of the heart is a kind of murder

4. Come relieve me of passion one night
Do not be stingy, O most generous people

5. The world has rebelled against me and become desolate
So naught remains for me save your home, O rose

6. When my fervor is aroused, I say that is but
A remnant of life keeping me alive through passion

7. I ask your envious people about you as if
I passed away not bound by your affection anymore

8. I pictured you in the garden
Where apples, myrtle, and roses flow

9. I recalled the festival day, your talk
So I created the finest poetry, and love is creative

10. I recalled I was once your confidant
And you were swifter to my bosom than light

11. I recalled our condition, so I hastened
With the turmoil of sorrow, my tears flowed

12. If you do not heed me willingly, then I
Shall return to your home defiantly

13. Eighty days and the whole existence
Is profound darkness with no star in sight

14. When you are absent from me among people
I have no luck or fortune should morning bloom

15. The playgrounds have slipped my hands after you
Naught remains of them but what fancy creates

16. Come, come, I await you
And I have the sweetest discourse, comfort, and vim

17. I recalled Alexandria day and passion
Shaking my soul tempestuously like a quake

18. Do I forget? And that is a night
That remains in my bloody past in my thoughts

19. We stood as the waves shrieked in the sea
I fancied it at night my howling of a wolf

20. We stood confessing to existence indignantly
With fervent passion, a lethal confession

21. You forgot, you forgot how I remember
Stances that are unforgettable though time passed

22. When lovers are ardent one day in their love
We have no before or after in passion

23. Our passion is one and all lovers
Are great in the shade of our banner and army

24. You deserted my heart intentionally though it
Is delicious, craved by bees for its honey

25. You blocked it competently however you wanted
I do not blame you for this blocking

26. I confide your love every moment fervently
And I am not absent from that flank

27. A name adorned by the gardeners' hands
Portrays you to the heart and the soul

28. When a soul meets a soul, we are
In bliss corresponding despite our distance

29. The beauties of Galhouneh address me
And all the beauty in the cities is Galhouneh

30. To it the light of my heart's lamp roamed
So it flared up when I became sleepless

31. Wonders of passion and dreams of a young lover
That the devil depicts in prose and verse

32. Galhouneh's dwellers, peace and anguish
For you are the companions of an ardent lover's being

33. I stood at the gate of Luq ninety times
Asking about you each outgoing and incoming

34. When the steamer squealed, I said maybe
I will attain some news from a courier

35. Does the gate of Luq know I love it
Though I have exposed myself with love and fervor?

36. I roam around it daily and bend down
With a fluttering heart amid the wings

37. Greetings to the land of Mo'adhi and its people
Greetings of a lover consumed with longing

38. Green gardens, if I wished I would press them
And turn them into poetry of triumph and precedence

39. Greetings to the doves and the weather is summery
With no west or east over there

40. Young men diving into the water as swimmers
As charm splits open from every enchanting chest

41. What is Mo'adhi Al-Khbayri and what is his name?
What is his state as the wind storms the firmament?

42. He wanted what we do not; so his abodes
Became places of woes and wickedness

43. My craving pulls me toward it though I
Conceal a longing for the gentle breeze from musk

44. When I examine traces of his inspiration
I almost blame my heart or weep

45. Gardens no poet visited
Save the tuneful nightingale infatuated with flowers

46. I went to them and the night as if
Intoxicated by its radiant delicacy of wine

47. At its door Ridwan watches my return
And sees what I bring him, which is poetry

48. Arise, my poetry, be sublime, stirring passions
When it wails, infatuated by its magic

49. I revisit Mo'adhi's days, perhaps
I alleviate my troubles and anguish

50. A thirsty heart for beauty returns to it
Tormented by sighs and fire in my flank

51. Whenever Cairo burns an hour
I recall the grave perils it faces

52. I suffer from the painful heat like hell
Whose sparks from my passion and fervor ignite