1. In Damascus I am not with people
Rather I am busy apart from people

2. After it I found myself in solitude
Though I used to be in cheer and companionship

3. Oh beloved you left after which
The cruel time oppressed

4. After you I have no more pleasure
Not even in melodies and wine

5. Your friends asked when they saw
Your house, where is the generous host

6. Where is the spring of people, if you call
Vegetation and where is the firm mountain

7. It is the way of days to awake
Harshly to the free with might and violence

8. Blame and reproach are due to its caprice
And the free have no blame