1. In every day are you from the wounds of passion
To the sun, from the flags of Mila yearning eyes

2. Twilights that darkness rises over them as if they are
A train of textiles from Khurasan departing

3. With an eye laden with yearning for Mila it did not cease
For it since it was cleared of the mote a wanderer

4. Its mote and longing saw it until it was as if
In it was an eyelash or its edges intertwined

5. It wished the wished until when it exhausted the wished
There flowed from its tear a crescent rushing forth

6. As it shed tears after being gathered in an embrace
By the wick's rope the scattered pearls

7. And weeping over one whose abode you do not visit
And aiming at your eyes the wide plain wandering

8. Yes, I have no alternative to that though I
Over that am only enduring the flooding of tears

9. It called the heart from Mila so it inclined toward her
As the rope inclined in love the young camel

10. A breeze like the blinking of the eyes, and speech
Hushed and broken from the languid eyelid

11. When she nurses from the wine and the pendant
Falls upon her forearms and fingers

12. When she nurses the bubbling wine I smell the scent
Of the beautiful down on her cheek

13. Drowsy like the eyelash of a free woman, no guard
Over you nor any spying on you

14. Awaken, O laden heart, for in your body
From Mila an illness has appeared

15. God decreed my love for her over me just as He decreed
Over me that I am dead then revived