1. His right hand has gone astray, and his oath has perished,
He has the religion of his claim, and the heart has its religion,

2. And his companion is either scattered fear,
Or the imminent separation of a beloved who betrays him,

3. And I have continued to pine with love since you displayed
Your beauty and perfected your coyness,

4. The sand dunes make me long for her, and her bellowing,
And the wild cows judge his mind and awareness,

5. And the heaviness of anxiety and sorrow has burdened me,
Standing in a pasture from which its cattle have strayed,

6. And the dark one tells of everlasting love,
It has its color in embracing and its softness,

7. And he introduced me that love is courage,
And my wounded heart is pierced by his spear,

8. And he achieves nothing by his censure,
Except his nonsense and playfulness,

9. And suspicions were aroused when his pledges were hindered,
When a man's pledge is hindered, suspicions about him are aroused,

10. Indeed, it is time for him to fulfill his vows,
And the turbans of passion and his creditors are fulfilled,

11. He rages with an eye that is still and indifferent,
And nothing moves passions except its stillness,

12. And I do not doubt except the sickness of his eyelids,
For the body has no enemy but its eyelids,

13. And he smiles about the red wine of its grapes,
Which turns into a valuable necklace on his breast,

14. And O reproacher! How have you been guided to a mustache
Of sorrow from which no specter has strayed except its moaning?

15. For something he refused to let blame enter his hearing,
Yes, and for a matter whose affairs do not run out!

16. And he who does not attain love seeks to bury it,
And lovers are killed by nothing but its burial!

17. And he advanced with the horses of blame and his foot,
So his ambush failed to consult,

18. May God water the neighbors of the bend laughing
At the one shedding tears silently among them, debased,

19. And dotted the face of the earth with the pearls of his saliva,
And the branches weigh the yearning of the river for them,

20. And I admire the coolness of the breeze, and yet
The hidden fire in the coldness of the flints,

21. And I had been suspicious of separation before
Its certainty declared openly my suspicion of parting,

22. So for God is the freely flowing tears,
And for separation the weeping captive is hostage,

23. And in the west side of me is a wound
That makes the turtledoves yearn with their moaning,

24. When he embraces it and the vastness equalizes him,
His body and its expanse become equal in it.