1. The maidens awoke me, coquettishly teasing me,
And blaming the one who no longer comes to me.

2. Alas for you! You have grown too old for youthfulness,
And gray hair has forbidden what would seduce me.

3. How and why, when they have seen my alteration
From their time, if eyes were to look upon me?

4. They rejoice at the separation from youth,
And show enmity to youthfulness by hating me.

5. They drew me near until, when my heart kindled,
They rejected me, exceeding what drew me near.

6. They tempted me with glances that complain of sadness,
My disease through them, though they may heal me.

7. They ignite in my heart and between my ribs
A burning with the fire of their hell, roasting me.

8. O son of the caliphs, the days of riches
Were your days of pride that enriched me

9. With their gifts, their jewelry, and their trinkets,
Watering me until they saturated me.