1. I search for a gathering or the faces of fair maidens
Who slipped away like planets in the mansions of the setting stars

2. They raised the tents and I was the last to return
While my heart was the first to depart into the havens of peril

3. White are the howdahs and red the jewelry
And the night is black, the gazes and the glances

4. O you whose tears are frozen, if you tasted anguish
You would excuse me in the waters of the melting tears

5. Or if you were where their gazelles are fearful
You would stand still in their playgrounds

6. And separation is the battleground of youths, how many there
Lie slain after fleeing patience

7. They guarded the boundaries with the like of spearheads
So the suns of beauty warded off any planets

8. O ruler, since the specter of his imagination disappeared
No seat of ruler remains without a deputy

9. You have not tasted decline, and beauty is authority
Which has treated me in it without duty

10. How many slain, in them is desolation for us and loneliness
Lost at the hand of a watcher or guard

11. And they robbed me of the scent of vine, and poured a dry
riverbed for me after the promise of the lying imagination

12. And I establish your excuse in estrangement, knowing
The repelling of the good from the reprehensible separation

13. Why did you not laugh at my condition and its strangeness
In the separation from whom I love, he is no companion

14. And restrain your hand from a tender branch in place of a knot
From the soft curly hair of the fair one

15. And the union of singers is strange to me, and my position
Among them is between breasts and necklaces

16. Strange that equivalents are struck for you, and sometimes
The houri and gazelles, and that is the feat of the absent one

17. And the swaying of the branches changes me; you gain from
My inclination a sly gesture of a thief or usurper