1. When she saw the bird of separation being intimate,
And every friend was intent on bidding farewell,

2. She complained of what the sorrowful complain of firm resolve,
So my eyes wept for her, frightened gazelle.

3. And I had not seen before her on any cheek
Sparks in a cloudburst from intense passion.

4. She turned away from me yellow with sorrow,
My eyes overflowing for her with agonized grief.

5. And the pearls of her tears flowed over her breast,
Kissing her cheek with the pearls of her weeping.

6. So my Lord, separation has certainly turned
Its back on me, and I have no helper, so be with me,

7. Despite my drawing near to reproachers and the distance of loved ones,
And the sleeplessness of my eyelids and the fires in my ribs.