1. And the camels have not wandered for a day and night
Around water fearing the conversation of a stick

2. Wandering camels that do not leave for any destination
Nor are they, from the cold of the cisterns, crazed

3. They see the foam of water and death beside it
So they are, to the voices of water bearers, docile

4. With more fervent than I, heat of yearning and agony
For you, but the enemy has barred me

5. My intimate friend, I am dead or conversing
With the secrets of my heart, so go away and leave me

6. I have attained my need, my love, and o Lord of all needs
I have risen above fear and the madness of love

7. For the most deserving people not to forget
And to abandon one who if he wished could cure me

8. And he who led me to death until when its bowed drinking vessels
Poured for me the deadly poison to drink