1. What have I to do with the glances of the gazelles,
The abode of life and the dwelling of snakes,

2. No strength to the lovesick with passion
For the lions of that neighborhood and the deer.

3. They hid the breasts like them, so the wine tables
Are protected, unlike the tables of branches.

4. They sent dreams to a longing, bemused lover,
Charging the wings, sleepless of eyelids.

5. And they protected the eyes from emaciation, and left
Between the rib and deposits of passions.

6. It does not harm the resident of anger to water anger,
If that beauty was adorned with kindness.

7. She unleashed my imprisoned tear by her estrangement,
And fulfilled by grasping the bracelets.

8. Do you see the time of union that passed me,
With anguish, return in safety from estrangement?

9. Or I meet the roses of cheeks, and gather
Those full moons on the branches of acacia.

10. O residents of my anxious heart, between them
The habit of homes and companionship of neighbors.

11. You have ruined the dwellings of tranquility by your abandonment,
And the dwellings of homelands by the inhabitants.

12. Do not deny that I complained to you,
For to you is the complaint of concealment.

13. I hoped in you but was deprived of what I hoped,
And wished for you but returned with deprivation.

14. I was let down when I called you with the company of the
First and the other reluctantly.

15. And I cried over a shelter,
Which unleashed arts of passion in the vessels.

16. It moaned while we were youths, but it
Cried with what was hidden of sorrows.

17. It complains to me of the sadness of separation, and the lost
Complaint of the free to the captive afflicted.

18.
And my affliction flows from the water of youth,

19. If it was saturating the thirst of the thirsty.
Affectionate, joyful, gentle his affection,

20. My sorrow over the affectionate, joyful.
It robbed the sleep of lovers, their eyelids,

21. Thus it still remains like the bent branch.
With a red cheek around his forehead,

22. And so are the anemones of Na'man.
Water and fire, my heart left it in

23. Fire, and my eye from it is in a flood.
A fawn I disobeyed my companions and obeyed it,

24. And it obeyed in me the companions and disobeyed me.
An idol around which I circumambulate devoutly as a Muslim,

25. Like the pagan circumambulating idols.
Equal are my tears and the clouds in downpours

26. The full moon and its face are equal.
Show me one equal to it in beauty,