1. Our days have turned away with the two counts
So all kinds of worries have turned to me

2. How many nights have been short for me in suffering and insomnia
Indeed they have become many for me and few

3. It is as if they are the ends of a rope played with
By the palm of morning flirting so they slipped away

4. And a willing gazelle whose heart’s hardness melted
Weeping at the outpouring of my streaming tears

5. It is as if when she left her peers
In beauty the doe of the meadow slipped away

6. The branches of the wild plum bent in the dune’s rolls
When she bent between two folds of a garment

7. I held her longingly, how much sweetness
I got from her folds’ suffering and torment

8. She smiled with brilliant white teeth
In a garden sorrowful at night she appeared

9. Then she continued in an absence I endured
Like pearls falling from a string of necklaces

10. She said, “You are bored of my love and turned away
From the era of youth,” and I who never turned away

11. I answered her astonished, “You are the one
Who threw the lover away with her illness and slipped off

12. A radiant white beauty whose face shames the morning sun
In beauty when it rises in the sky exalted

13. She jarred and shook my fervor in her, as
Her perfect meanings jarred and shook me

14. So I complained of the shortness of the nights in their length
And changed after affection my isolation

15. And traversed the ignobility of youth with deception
So the gray hair of old age turned upon my twisting

16. So I saw the water of my youth poured out and saw
A person’s old age at his prime the ugliest decline