1. Thirsty am I, and my tears are my watering place,
I have no resting place but on the mount of Howmal.

2. On a bracelet of dripping dishevelment, though now
The plaits of your hair are like links in a chain.

3. O, the bliss of your fellowship, bounty bestow,
O, the beauty of your form, with grace endow.

4. I swore to the virgins with coquettish glances,
By the wine of their mouths and cheeks they allow me to kiss.

5. By those belts on their supple waists that they fasten,
By the swelling breasts beneath their broidered chemise.

6. By the tears that my eyes for their beauty did rain,
By the sighs from my breast that breathlessly came.

7. By the hearts that were cleft by the wounds of love's pain,
By the tears down my cheeks that fast flowing they came.

8. For ye are more sweet than all cures to the sick
And better than streams of clear water that swell.

9. Though fate shows me grief and causes me pain
Yet Ali's the best guardian friend I know well.

10. When Hameem prepares for some difficult task,
His courage will bring him contentment and peace.