1. My gardens, my gardens, praise of Ahmed, verily I
Am like one who is brought to me the kiss of honeyed wine

2. My crime with him is sweet, delicious, and he
Gives me to drink the salt of flowing tears

3. My gardens are split open by the watering of she who rose high
And split the gardens of the Shaykh, split like glass

4. My wings are clipped so I have no power
To cross a land towards it and impassable thickets

5. I forfeited in my reckless youth
And it tossed me into its deep waves

6. I inclined towards the world not knowing that it
Hurls into its muddy pools and shards of glass

7. The side of the Messenger of God is most protective if
Cries come forth from me like the cawing of crows

8. Its tender young on the day of its descent
So many wounds in the world and gashes

9. Their funeral processions are many each day
Ambushing them from behind and clefts

10. My soldiers among them are tears of an aching eye
Which knitted its lids with kohl