1. The branches of passion have healed their wounds,
So can the talks of rancor be repeated?

2. For the chains of the breeze are so weak,
Even if the perfume of dunes is authenticated.

3. When its breaths are fragrant to the loved one,
The jealous wake and the envious are provoked.

4. My sickness is renewed by its long disease,
And the best attire for the sick is the new.

5. With it I buried the beauty of solace I had,
Its songs are mourned and its epochs wept over.

6. If love cannot intercede with sickness and tears,
Then these claims have no witnesses to prove them.

7. To God belongs a tear in its remoteness solidified,
And from the fire of languid, slow-burning passions.

8. I was tested by a sun whose clouds are its veil,
Otherwise it’s the full moon and stars are its knots.

9. So for the branch are its flexures, and for the porcupine its spines,
For the rose are its cheeks, and for the gazelle its neck.

10. Her eyes grew sick like bodies grow thin,
Else we would still be visiting them.

11. I used to cry over aloofness but had no intention,
So how about when it drew apart and was aloof?

12. It slipped from the grasp of winking and darkness,
A gazelle ensnared by the traps of eyelids.

13. Cheeks’ paleness, smiles’ whiteness, grays of cheeks
Walk’s heaviness, staring’s blackness, their somberness.

14. It captured my skin until her eyelids grew weak,
It shed my blood until it and its flow turned muddy.

15. We stopped for their farewell, the day they departed,
And whatever was elucidated, my heart alone was bereaved.

16. I challenge the whites of India, which are its wrapping,
And attribute the tan of the line, which are its marks.

17. It's been said the dune bears no fruits,
Yet here is a dune whose fruits are nodding.

18. And that the decree of beauty is not unfair,
Why did it wound my heart and bloody my cheeks?

19. Lightning of passion passed by my eyelashes, and its flashing,
It left no agony wanting, only multiplying it.

20. It is but a sword that murdered the loved ones,
And its redness is filth, so who can check it?

21. By my life, if its lightning was a sword,
It would be Saladin’s sword, protecting it.