1. O time that was covert, while we were
The passion for the beloved expressed vehemence

2. Where are the daughters of youth and what is
The pleasure of one who parted from youth and its daughters

3. I wish for those bright nights
And the effort of the lover to wish

4. How many embryos we cherished around pillows
And we whispered into the folds of the coats

5. And we blamed the days afterwards, but it only
Increased spite against us and our singing

6. O daughter of Al-Amiri, the times did not blame
A lover when it was said he pined

7. And they spread that I went mad for Layla
And it is fine for a lover to go mad for his Layla

8. It does not matter to them that I was preoccupied with a mole
While my heart was empty, or that I stayed up late for a beauty spot

9. I cry harder than rock, so my eyelid flows
With tears more copious than heavy rain

10. Following the way of passion, even if I disobeyed
What passion made lawful and established

11. You did not describe glance as temptation, nor posture as seduction
Not at all! Nor the full moon as beautiful

12. You are more enchanting of glance, most supple of gait
Most sublime and most lovely of face

13. The branches envied your height, then when
You walked, they swayed like dancing girls

14. And the doves alleged my passion, but when
I was fervent, and the boughs shook, I wept and sang

15. So consider the messenger of the breeze, even if
He is stingy in delivering your fragrance, and we blamed him

16. And break the habit of imagining, for it only guides
To fervor, unless it is renewed, to languishing

17. A memory that continues to evoke
Yearning for union and sorrow in the wilds