1. My heart yearns for the water of love and its anguish,
It boils with his mention and turmoil.

2. Whenever my hands grasp the present of him,
I wish for our separation and his departure.

3. A heart that roams about visiting his abodes,
And a love that resides in the most sublime of places.

4. Alas for it in love when I consulted it,
So I obeyed it and disobeyed the command of my reason.

5. I am healed of the palace of union and its past covenant,
And the long night of estrangement.

6. The abodes became too narrow for stars that I parted from,
And the dawn that plunged into the darkness with its groups.

7. Who is there for me of moderate stature, graceful,
And of languid eyelids, sickly coquetry.

8. And of a place of descent the banners of undulation,
Where the feet of rain tread between its elevations.

9. The prime of youth passed by it commendably,
And the day of old age sufficed, the blame of its origin.

10. And I asked about my patience and its inhabitants,
Thabeenah of a populated place went away with its beauty.

11. Its houses obeying the breeze, so if it walked,
Its trains would stumble over its tails.

12. And after the period of estrangement I yearn for evenings,
The dancing of branches to the singing of its murmur.

13. And a time of playfulness in Syria and a stand,
The heart of its killer longs for its slain.

14. I cry over the smiling beauty and at times,
I complain to the cruel heart its twisting.

15. The saliva of my eyelids is ransom for the honor of its cheeks,
It did not accept from my eyelids or my humbling.

16. It let loose its precedents according to their customs,
A wound, I asked the tear the beauty of its flow.

17. And teeth overpowering the slightly split pearls,
Weaker than the waistline, the body exceeded its leanness.

18. Myrtle-like are its movements, he did not prepare for it,
Anything but withering from his myrtle spear.

19. I long from my emaciation to its honey-maker,
And I rave from my thirst to its sweetened drink.

20. The features of him intoxicated me, so if it were not for shyness,
In his cup, the cheek of its drinker would not have reddened.

21. A moon I was guided by its light to passion,
And from guidance I went astray the day of its setting.