1. The hearts of the lonely and the gazelles wander,
The hearts of the doves have broken wings.

2. O wanderers when will you return,
A moon whose throne is the seat of beauty.

3. I yearn for the fleeting sight of you,
Before the phantom, its specter is excused.

4. I have no choice but to sleep,
Its specter has only slumber as company.

5. The Merciful makes no distinction between your love
And my desolation, for separation is bitter.