1. Is there no cure, O malady of the lover,
For thee? Though for some there is healing in thee.

2. The captive of hatred is ransomed by wealth and kinsmen;
But naught can ransom the captive of passion's dominion.

3. In war, the panthers protect their lives
With their daring; not so the gazelles in their timidity.

4. If thou art alone, excuse the madness of love;
For the afflicted and the tranquil are not alike.

5. Thou biddest me have patience for her I love;
But far from her love I can have no consolation.

6. I die of yearning, then I live because of my misery;
Such is the life of lovers - agony.

7. Lo, the heart of the lover is in the hand of the beloved,
Who turns it about in love however she desires.

8. If thou hadst tasted love, thou wouldst pity me;
But thine eyes and sleep and heart are worthless.

9. I blamed lovers before I knew of love;
But now I have become their comrade and sinned.

10. My heart was struck by the arrows of a glance, when she shot,
By God, the slain of the eyes are martyrs.