1. My attaining some of what was owed from your union
A heart turned to you, and from you long owed

2. You dictated yearning, my tear on the day of restraint
So how many verses of it were erased by what was written

3. No time harmed me, narrating from me the meeting with you
If only some of what it stole were returned from its era

4. Who can provide me days of union with you I had
Steps and the prime of my youth in you passed

5. And the nights that turned to me with disappointment
And many times the ardent lover failed obtaining the sought

6. How many times I protected myself, but when I knew you
I surrendered it to passion and separation, hoping

7. Neither did the perfume of meadows spread in your homes
No, nor did the morning breeze continue to blow after me

8. As if every cloud between you feared
So it came crying, dripping blobs

9. Our loved ones, how many times I blamed fate striving
If only the turns of fate could be blamed

10. I would have asked you for a heart to live with
If only for me in life after you there was profit

11. Ask the specters of night, did the cup of torment circulate
So it sweetened in the eyelid after separation, or was bitter

12. I accept the judgment of the dark nights
And avoid the branches of comfort and fatigue

13. I lengthen the agony of my days though they are short
And your long absence from me though it is near

14. And which innovation is there for a lover shaken by yearning
If he pours toward a habit, or complains and pours out

15. And how many brothers in name while the state is gloomy
Who would be content if I said the wrong has been pardoned or angered

16. So if I am patient, we are a people of patience
And if I complain of what has befallen me, no wonder

17. O guide of the camel train, lighten your pace about it
The mention of parting - for indeed it has burdened her

18. Winding through Kadhimah, winding so we may ask about
Its like - those branches and hillocks

19. A house, if you mentioned it, the riders in their saddles
Would sway in rapture

20. By God, nothing was as difficult as parting in its meadows
And nothing sweeter than its trailing clouds’ trails

21. O you who smile at the gleam while the gusts cry
Resembling not tears except obscurity and clustering

22. No melodies were richer after its dweller
If you told the son of Ayyub what was bestowed