1. In love like yours, reproach is not seemly,
People are but enemies of what they do not know.

2. They saw my perplexed thoughts about your qualities,
So they talked at length when stratagems failed me.

3. Since they knew of my knowledge in love for you,
They excused me after reproaching.

4. O you who began my news with estrangement,
No conjunction in you and no substitution for me.

5. I raised my state which cannot be raised,
To you, though it can accommodate distinction.

6. How much have I concealed my passion for you, not divulging it,
Yet the matter appears and news spreads.

7. I moan my sorrow and yearning for you in secret,
Deluded that the wound will heal.

8. What is the way to hide my love for you,
When my heart is tossed about and my mind confined?

9. O you who clothed my heart in the garment of sorrow after them,
My sorrow is withered and my patience after you has declined.

10. So the dawns of my days after your absence
Are tumultuous while their mornings after you are tranquil.

11. You gave me your word, a promise and favor,
No word is believed until the deed issues.

12. Until my soul felt secure in your promise,
And I said 'Good tidings!' fear and anxiety vanished.

13. You burdened me beyond my weakness with your strength,
What neither easy nor difficult can bear.

14. Our days belong to God, and the abode is finite,
The community united and the gathering brought together.

15. I revealed the bitterness of my heart and the sorrow in it,
So today my bitterness is not cured nor the sorrows.

16. Blessed was the breath of well-being when it blew,
Sickly in the margins of her veil, wet.

17. May God not make desolate a people after their absence!
I have come to envy whoever can use kohl.

18. They left while my glances represent them
Because they have settled in the conscience of my heart.

19. They traveled and so after them have slain me in sorrow,
Would that they had taken along the slain with the riders!

20. And left me clenching my palms in regret
And crying copiously when stratagems diminished.

21. I say in their wake while my eyes shed blood
And tears pour relentlessly from them.

22. My loved ones have not accustomed me to being cut off,
Rather, they accustomed me that if I cut them off, they join me.

23. I walked in their track, wandering and searching,
While the night birds from craving sing and trill.

24. You see the gait of theTracking feminine; she strides
Past clouds unhurriedly and unrestrained.

25. Do not attribute to the mid-morning the separation between them
For those became mid-morning when their camels were stabled.

26. In howdahs are concealed moons,
Bashful, carried by the docile, submissive.

27. Those are the constellations where they lodged,
In them, not Taurus or Aries.

28. The night birds' dispute with ringing, warbling voice,
Below it are the twittering and the chirping.

29. It greeted them then bid their night birds goodbye playfully,
Saying, "Farewell, O camel!" merrily.

30. Would that the greeting had been for me to thank him
Instead of "Fare well, O camel!" "Fare well, O man!"