1. Leila, is it your distance or your indifference that hurts me more?
Is it death in you or incurable madness that afflicts me?

2. How strange for a heart to flutter for you,
Only for the blades of regret to slaughter it.

3. The dove once flew freely, but now,
If your memory stirs, it flies straight to you, winged by longing.

4. I yearn for the bell between my wings,
And for the remnants of a temple beyond repair.

5. No difference between its groan and echo,
Its ringing in the valley of death is clearer.

6. Oh heart, pure obsession of love, its feasts,
And passing cups made noisy by spirits.

7. I stand over those roaming in passion,
Seeking from its pleasures whatever chance allows.

8. Changing company and lovers,
No love is lost, another will prevail.

9. Love is remedy trailing its ailing,
Its balm healing their wounds.

10. Oh heart, what has our constancy reaped?
Can a ray be glimpsed in this gloom?

11. Oh love, sacred temple,
Tasted bitterness from your worshippers singing your praise.

12. Many are its sacrifices, prolonged its devotion,
Its fasting - when will you grant satisfaction?

13. Oasis of souls, shelter is found in its shade,
Its blossoms worshipped by those drawn to its bloom.

14. Will your protections be gained by one heedless,
Mocking your evident glory while others are serious?

15. And one spends the night deprived, lovelorn youth
Yearning for your shadows, meeting his doom.

16. Leila, I loved you as life, and in your company
Drank a cup overflowing with hopes.

17. So the vessel of wishes shattered, and I returned
From lovesickness and its emaciation, writhing in pain.

18. The curtain fell on the tale, those chapters closed,
That playhouse scattered.

19. Now, Leila, the farewell greeting
Of one whose phantom still clings.

20. May you be rewarded for a heart wherein grew wishes,
Then abandoned it to departing spring.

21. An age will linger captive to your love,
Retiring and waking to your memory.