1. The image of the mother of sons has abandoned me,
So my heart is wounded and tears flow abundantly.

2. If I say my tears have taken control, I would be lying -
Rather this is a young woman's fancy and misguidance.

3. There is that in me which distracts the mind from its place,
So do not be surprised if madness is spoken of it.

4. It is nothing but the soul - rather, if I lost it,
Then my continuing to live without it would be impossible.

5. I love the nights so that I may attain her image,
And I hope for intimacy - rather, I might even say I attain it.

6. I task my eyelids with sleep so that I may see
An image of her passing gently, not just an image.

7. So say to her, if you are pleased with my life,
Favor me with an image, even if intimacy is difficult.

8. Then my heart and all my limbs will delight,
Otherwise my life is anguish and affliction.