1. My longing and yearning brought me delight, my friend,
And the din that troubled me is now gone.

2. My censurers blame me for loving a radiant gazelle,
But better speech than mine cannot revive the dead.

3. Where there is no love, no temptation, only a withered branch,
That cannot yearn, it is but a lifeless stump.

4. All this shook me from my companion;
My delight - there is no repealing that from my narrative.

5. Every rough outcast who blamed me
Is stubborn, rude, never gentle, always blind.