1. The love's suffering is wailing and lament
The morning mocks when parting time comes near

2. The mosque yard is devoid of my people and kin
And languor has left the place of tryst and cheer

3. This is the agony of farewell; and it calms down only
With tears that wash away the swelling fear

4. It is no wonder people find me strange
I live, yet by parting I am struck and smear

5. The slender daughter of my tribe denied
My emaciation while the swords of foes appear

6. She saw my tears and turned away saying
“His soul through his eyelids does flow and tear”

7. My heart is lost and longing shreds my body
I am called vacant though I am suffering sheer

8. So the lovers are free, and the hearts are close-fisted,
And the lovesick are generous, their bodies austere

9. I wrote on the dunes the tresses of Layla
That wiping and kissing could not wipe or clear

10. My Layla did tarry and the night was short
For every night with passion is lingering and drear

11. My lovers fretted for her and love's pain
Was more than what the abstinent could bear

12. With my soul I sing the love of the miser
May God bless him, how the miser can love sincere!

13. He makes my eyelids sick, his heart is healthy
He occupies my heart while the scarf does wear

14. His waist is slender, his thighs a marvel
So the slender waist and noble thighs I fear

15. If he's ignorant of my passion, he cannot understand
What the morning breeze says with its breath and cheer

16. Whenever I say “come back to me, beloved”
He comes to me or my ignorant heart does veer

17. The north wind told me of migrating birds
And the south wind narrated the winters near

18. So my bliss and misery, its origin’s the brook
With soft water and dripping lips so clear

19. By God, if there was through it a way
The distance would not be reckoned too severe

20. Don’t blame me for confusion for a young man’s folly
Is nothing but sorrow and confusion, I fear

21. Yesterday our hearts left us with the beautiful one
And our minds marched away with the minister and peer