1. O you who reproach me today, do not reproach,
For tomorrow I will be gone.

2. If God wills it, then be gone,
You will not accompany me to the final resting place.

3. The finder does not desire a brother like me,
When the brother of the finder does not bring joy.

4. In sorrow, if a young man's sorrow passes him by,
And the man's companion is with him, imitated.

5. It reminds me of a painful, sad time,
That did not cease to trouble my life, so I did not rest,

6. Except a little - would that it had not been
Anything - like the sleep of the anxious insomniac.

7. The abode of the living through it is ruined,
Except the courtyards and fireplaces.

8. By the valley with the torrent whose flood
Flows behind the blackened hills,

9. On the right of the one who passed by it accusing
And on the left of the resolute seated one,

10. When we were two captives of youth and desire
Never ending from me and from Asma.

11. I suffer the night as if I were in it
An observer lying in wait in an observatory.

12. And the gathering of the women after the wine vessels
In a garden with thickets of reeds,

13. They went out walking together gently
Walking with the gait of an oryx to the trysting-place

14. From me and from them, and drowsiness has closed
Our eyes from the envious spying.

15. Among them a beauty whose form
Is like the full moon joined with good fortune,

16. Swaying of leg, graced,
Like a branch leaning and not yet ripe.