1. Where are the Arabs in the abodes of love?
Would that I had a quarter of their passion!

2. Whenever I remember them,
I am saddened by their fervor.

3. They are neighbors in their quarters
Whose nobility cannot be preserved.

4. Promises and pacts with them
Are seized and breached.

5. In their tents, a moon
Veiled in the drinking-cups.

6. Her saliva is wine;
Her mouth is desire itself.

7. I pine in their lands
While my heart is downcast.

8. Tears flow
And ribs grow hot.

9. Love's hand has surely
Struck me with passion.

10. If I suffer sorrow there,
It's part of love's duty.

11. The slanderers feigned pleasure
But anger showed through.

12. Faces laughed
While hearts cried within.

13. Had they brought a gift,
They'd protest it wasn't enough.

14. For love is a blazing fire
And their rebuke its fuel.