1. He saw the quarter of Layla's abode in ruins, so he wept for it
And heaped above the soil some of its rubble

2. And how often did yearning call unto him from the tribe of Malik
So tears answered his call whenever it called him

3. Reproach him not if he recalls what is past
For man may remember the days of his youth

4. And in those who return, hobbling back, there is one paralyzed
When death draws near to seize the instant of his return

5. The meadow wishes its chamomile were dewy
That it might kiss their mouths amid their valley's abundant herbage

6. While the modest branch of acacia is embarrassed by the cluster of blossoms
If it but grazes, trailing its cloak

7. My friend has a glance that went astray and I grew weary of its straying
Had the Lord of the Worlds so willed, He would have guided it

8. My friend has a glance - when I restrain it
From ignorance, after having had insight, its weeping is prolonged

9. My friend has a body that hardship strikes
Is there any wholesome perfume to alleviate its hardship?

10. Perhaps the Hudayni clan will protect me
For it has always refused to allow its sanctuary to be desecrated

11. Perhaps a compassionate glance from Muhammad will come my way
For how often has one like me, emaciated, been blessed by his generosity and watered by him

12. Noble was his father, who was mentioned before him
And offspring may resemble their honorable father