1. My heart is sick with love,
My tears flow with all kinds of worries,

2. The world has certainly deceived its sons with its taste,
Even if they were frank in their affection with an honest man.

3. O Layla! And everyone has become a salt-encrusted son,
And for Lubna - there is nothing left but a son of rags.

4. And at every moment, the people are afflicted
With a person killed or a person wounded.

5. And man does not get rid of you as a lesson
That he sees in the scattering of bones scattered around.

6. And we have no rest in the duration of life
So how can death be a comfort for whoever that is?

7. And the young man’s soul recoils from you
With the tails of lightning or the passage of winds.

8. And he has not stopped being tested by you since the day he was created
Until he returned a hostage to the grave.

9. I sought healing from you and cried out pleading
By that father of Salman and the son of Bureih.