1. Nothing is more unforgettable than the words of things,
And their tears that shed the powder of kohl,

2. Enjoy this short day, for it is
A hostage to the lengthy months,

3. Veils from the house appeared
To us, and the inattentiveness of the watcher approached,

4. With the eyes of Maha, tears flow from them
In torrents, of various tears and suppression,

5. Take provisions for separation, for I am leaving
To the hopes that suffice you, and God is the Maker

6. So she spilled necklaces of pearls mixed with suppression
On her cheek, except what fingers can hold back