1. O two men, stop and tell me
About sleep - separation from it has forbidden me

2. How can sleep be? Or what is its taste?
Describe sleep to me, if you two can describe

3. For I long for sleep, so know
I've not known sleep for an age

4. And I thirst for the coolness of eyes
That flowed down the edges of eyelids

5. Eyes that flowed down the slopes until they met
Like horses let loose for a race

6. Those are waters - if I drank their freshness
Every killing disease in me would be cured

7. If only a life, serene, I'd severed
In your shadow, O you two mountains

8. You two wrestled like baby horses, and overlooked
With your slopes, the best of livelihoods for people

9. Your eyes are sated, while mine are burning
Can one far from home be like one nearby?

10. Is this despite what you've endured of the exile of dwellings?
So how must one exiled from home since ages feel?