1. The day of parting is dire when heard,
The lover's heart is too narrow for it and he sold it,

2. O my friend, help me with a lament,
A dear heart got lost, and losing it,

3. Many times I did not find an hour of stillness
When I frequented its plains and settlements,

4. The graceful gazelle of the mound does not go unrestrained,
Neither did its prominence show nor collecting itself,

5. The night of separation did not taste sweetness from intimacy what I tasted when we bade farewell,
The heart yearned for him while the eyelids sufficed their inflammation and their contention,

6. I spent tears on him, spent like a generous one,
The more his stinginess and abstinence increased,

7. Do not trust in love for your eyes have seen
What the worst of his deception did to me,

8. A course that does not remain compact
Except by the injustice of its people consented,

9. And he is firm in his love and neither hopes
Or greed avails him in his love,

10. He spurned me harshly so in the thickets is a secret
The tears disclose their broadcast.