1. I am sleepless with yearning, for he who pines is sleepless,
For lightning that flashed at the end of the night fluttering,

2. I discern its glare from afar, and maybe
The lightnings are true from afar, so they prove true,

3. So I haven’t tasted sleep, while ceaselessly working
Till dawn was that flashing lightning, glittering,

4. Homesickness for his far-off home overtakes a stranger
When lightnings flash open the heart and make it flutter,

5. So I whimpered when love and tears pierced me,
A brother to him who has captivated me while pondering,

6. Aloof from passions, not living a night fretfully
For yearning, nor lifting his elbow for sighing somberly,

7. Hidden on his couch, as if pressed by need for his love
To sleep clinging to him, while the night is dark,

8. So he started up, and his eyes started not with disability
Nor his limbs with old age, too stiff to stir,

9. When he tried to speak to me, his stammering amazed me,
And spittle choking his speech burst forth crackling,

10. He speaks and presses me much, though he, when blaming me
Bitterly, knows my mind is split open by his cracking.

11. He charges me to unite a fragmented heart,
While your heart refuses reunion, being fragmented,

12. For part of it is with the damned, and some of it
Is bound by love, and some in town fettered,

13. Why not, while the abode of life crumbles down on them,
Your protection still united, and your branch still leafy?

14. I wept for what had happened and what might yet happen
Of estrangement and avoidance, if you are compassionate,

15. Until what time will you ransom yourself, while thus
Your heart is hanging on saddening passion?

16. When you tried to conceal your love, the spies pried on you,
An eye that speaks your secret, though you are silent,

17. It has a witness from its tears, whenever they flow,
A sincere witness, from its streaming tears speaking.