1. My master, I pine for you
Between the hands of worries and longing I am plundered

2. And my intercessor to you is that I am a lover
And I have long loved one who does not love

3. Love has sent me an illness so I am in pain
With lasting sadness that does not go away

4. I have no intention to console myself
Neither for what my heart has seen nor do I have a heart

5. My patience is lost and hopes have betrayed me
Lies that delight those who pine

6. Except that I felt relief from the words of a jester
It is sorrow upon my heart and anguish

7. The blamers have chided you and said
What blame is there for one who loves the likes of you

8. You have a rosy cheek smooth in color
And a mouth pleasant in speech, sweet

9. And a brow where beauty glistens
Like the new moon revealed from behind its veils

10. And sleepy eyelids, content,
And the talk of the feminine in speech, tender

11. And a figure around which the breeze lingers
Bending as the branch of a willow bends

12. Beauty has flourished in all of you except
That my share of all that is barren

13. The craving of my soul for you, if love were fair
Would have been difficult for me from you in the morning

14. I do not call you fickle, but I avert
An eye from you, its tears pouring onto you

15. And you counted passion for me as sins
If it is so, then the beauty of your face is a sin

16. Does time pass in forgiveness over us
No use has been gotten and no beloved attained

17. You have wronged me like your teeth wronged
Until my head grayed and the call of white hair captivated

18. The thirty years took from me the garb of youth
And after that the white hair had its plunder

19. And it directed onto my head gray hair
White hair is not worthy for its sport

20. If he traveled heading to Damascus
And twisted away like the setting sun twists away

21. Then he is to the heart wherever a memory turns
And he is to the eye wherever a gaze wanders

22. The good opinion of the minister compensated him
So he is for generosity and noble deeds a lord