1. If I had a Thahlan for last night
whose innards were scorched for you,

2. Darkness would dawn upon me
when you were my lamp,

3. My tears ran crimson for you
For they were well-mixed with my blood,

4. My heart's wounds bleed for you
With no healer knowing their remedy,

5. My affliction is grave and my patience wanting
With no relief coming their way,

6. You made life's nectar bitter aloe
And the fruit of youth sour and unripe,

7. I tested my patience so my mourning surged
And said tears may soothe the billowing grief,

8. I was ignorant, why did I stubbornly grieve
When I knew nothing of stubbornness?

9. I denied myself sleep, oh would that
I had risen to converse with the confidant!

10. My skies shone with a star
Freed from the fetters of its moons,

11. It blazed when dawn peered through
The dark tumultuous night,

12. It argued with me once rendering me
Helpless with its masterly contention,

13. It made me drink poison which turned
Its sound constitution crooked,

14. May God reward tears amply
I would be happy if they fulfilled a need,

15. My gem and the conduct of my people
After you will fashion no crown.