1. My soul enumerates the severances of Sulayma
Yet my eyes find no rest and my slumber flees

2. The easiest of what the ardour meets is that
With grief it's immersed in dark water its essence

3. The hours of daytime when they protect from weeping
Are many when darkness descends continuously

4. On outpourings of tears that afflict me, if only
Beside Radwa it had unleashed its guide

5. My side shuns the bed's embrace as though
Upon it swords that have disturbed its stillness

6. When the climbings aspire in the breast a sigh
Sulayma is at the heart's door its rejection

7. And if it had left my interior I'd have found solace
But inside me is what it desires from me

8. So I said to my eye, turn toward another
With my soul and eye wherever its lead takes it

9. But for my soul my eye increased exhaustion though
To Sulayma's love was where its return was

10. How can a weak soul endure estrangement
With Sulayma's palm its solution and its shackling

11. So Sulayma wished for me today, "Be steadfast
and the best of matters is when its rectitude grows"

12. For the heart is no stoic from Sulayma though it be distant
And the worst of ardent hearts is its skinning

13. Neither can the soul be content from Sulayma in frugality
Even if my soul were to be granted and its separation prolonged

14. My life - whatever the white doves of Ayka avail
Or the firmness of the desert's pillars defend