1. O my beloved, you are a cloud in my mind
And my eyelids and on the horizon a cloud

2. May God forgive her what she did
Whenever I complain to her, her sadness condenses

3. The wasteland cried for her, grieving
And weeping, pleading for what befell it

4. But the rain deafened its ear to it
No matter what happens to the days if it had answered

5. Abundant is the separation on the heart, so is there
Solace or distance that would please it?

6. You are a dawn of beauty and youth
Every dawn that rises reminds me of you

7. How did I turn away from you seeking solace
Then call out to you in all my passion?

8. O you who dwells in my eye and my blood
Where in the world is there a place you are not in?

9. When I determined the course of my life
On a journey towards other melodies

10. You appeared to me, by fate's hand
As the most beautiful of all images

11. You seem in the fragrant youth
A breeze carrying the magic of enchantment

12. Life stopped for it, apologizing
And the course of the caravan turned from the journey

13. When the whole world deserted me
You shone for me, carrying a lifetime and spring

14. If it is a dream, let it hastily
Take the most beautiful of dreams away quickly

15. If it is a debt requiring
Let me pay it off from you in tears

16. We bought it precious and valuable
If you have sold, I will not sell

17. O gamblers of the garden of passion
Pour me the wine in that drink

18. Keep me awake, make me drink the bitterness in full
The yellowness of the cup and fantasies of love

19. Whenever the days of wishes come
The blessings disappear from that mirage

20. And you see my confused days over
Its laughing wedding, the sorrows of the clouds

21. I did not restrict you in passion
You are free of my love and fervor

22. Pure passion's only shackle
Is that the free one is in a tight shackle

23. You tore your hands on the thorns of passion
While I was frustrated by the stones of the road

24. How many thirsts are quenched by thirst
And a drowning man aided by one drowning

25. O nights of life, what is the secret of the nights
Slow, tedious, long

26. Hastening, slowing, yet having
The lightness of death and the heaviness of mountains

27. Saddening worries, twisting wishes
Stumbling fortunes, disfiguring shadows

28. Strange that life passes quickly
To the deaths with the slowness of snails

29. O maidens of beauty in the shade of youth
Every beauty after my gloomy nights

30. O bliss of living in the shade of contentment
Oh, if only I knew the taste of bliss

31. A bored heart disbelieves Heaven
Eternal Hell, connected inferno

32. I have always pretended to laugh but never
Changed the pretense, gave an opinion

33. Whenever you look into my eyes you see
My heedless secret and hidden meaning

34. And you see in the depth of my soul a flower
Watered by sorrow, eternally crying

35. And people see only features while you see
A cloudy tear in my eyelid

36. O my heart, what do you see in this sunset
What do you see in it, the collapse of life?

37. What do you see in it, a pale drowning man
Disappearing amid fate?

38. What you see it has darkened before sunset
And cast down from its crumbling throne

39. A gesture of regret to the nearby shore
Before falling behind the river

40. O my heart, may God destroy boredom
And my torment between resolve and journey

41. What you see is a bridge beyond which
There is rest hoped for and settled affliction

42. That wound, how gaping it is
What if it would heal to solace?

43. Today has covered it in its cloak
And the night came upon it and it ruptured

44. A day passed empty of you and
The hope to meet you, how miserable my day!

45. You are my day and tomorrow, you are
And no time has passed me that you were not my concern

46. Ah, how little I become in my need
For you like a child in need of his mother's mercy

47. And how greatly I grow in love until
I begin to glimpse the horizons of a star

48. What secret is in you, I do not know
All that is mysterious in you tempts me

49. A danger flows from your sweet lips
A chaos storms from a gesture of your throat

50. Fate weaves from a lock of your hair
A boat sailing in a wave of fragrance

51. It flows in the hazy current
Connecting between your eyes and my life

52. One night, when the darkness enveloped us
Do you remember when we left the city?

53. Whenever you were startled by the blazing fire
A sanctuary you touched its forehead

54. With a hand translucent like moist
Gentleness, you returned the fire to coolness and tranquility

55. O you who worries for this fire of mine
What will you do to the dormant fire?

56. Imaginations were all of these
That bridge we were on

57. And the lamps on its sides
That Nile and what is on its shores

58. A ray that floated in its water
And shadows that sank into its banks

59. And a loving companion in my arms
With promises I got from his lips

60. Some melody told in our minds
The story of the singer who sang his sleeplessness

61. As if silence were an oasis for him
That prepared from its moist grass a pillow

62. In a place where happiness fluttered
And silence fluttered over us there

63. Verily, in the silence of lovers is worship
Silence fluttered but distant echoes came

64. From the far end of the plain, swaying
In a magical, hazy current

65. Sending the shore extended waves
How many soft, fading calls

66. Wishing the ear of passion to regain them
Returning, gliding into its depths

67. Whispering in it with new echoes
Silence fluttered but here

68. All the beauty in you sings
Ah, how many strings have slept on

69. The chest of an oud in tranquil slumber
In it various melodies of sorrow

70. And yearning, moan, and wish
The storm slept in it and the oud's

71. Passion folded into flexible silence
This world altogether is a wasteland

72. Where in the wilderness is shade from your shadows?
Maybe it abounds with beauty but what

73. Is in the bodily world, no matter how much a secret of your beauty?
Maybe it abounds with light but how much

74. Radiance while it is without you, is your condition?
If the furthest wishes crossed my mind

75. I would wish an imagination from your imagination
I, if the world is too narrow for me

76. Retreat for serene moments that have expounded us
The world is but a hazy sea

77. And stretches of luck that parted us
And I floated on it anxious

78. Drowning in a moment you collected us
Whenever meanings are seen, I uncover

79. Behind their meanings, secrets for you
What was it that cast you firmly in my heart?

80. What was it that if most remote from me, returned
Raging, raging with counsel?

81. Thirsty, the near and far equal?
Awake, joined sleeplessness

82. What is it running fiery in the ashes?
What brings us into being from nothingness?

83. What makes life run in the inanimate?
How many a beloved whose dawn disappeared

84. And a breeze remained from his love
In an eternal fabric, despite the ravages of time

85. And what it ruins
What is in a lock of his hair?

86. What is in his line or writing?
What is in a trace he left

87. Of the vintages of love or his marvels?
What is in a gathering he unites

88. The pact of love upon it made its promise
Perhaps his chair cries in sorrow

89. If he is absent from it and the table weeps
Perhaps we think it stammers if

90. A returning, shy lover returns to it
Perhaps we think it asks us

91. When we leave, a farewell for his return
How I prepared for you in secret

92. And withdrew from the eyes of observers
How I prepared myself and waited

93. Desolate under the sky
If it could possess a hand, it would shake

94. Your sweet hand every evening
If it could possess generosity, it would give

95. All that a generous hand possesses
How much generosity the night extended to us

96. And we leapt to pluck it
And on its dark tent

97. An Arab in generosity, eastern in hospitality
Joy found its delight

98. And whitened without roses, so it added them
Then a charitable hand withdrew

99. And folded it into fairytales
A sweet fragrance lingers in its corners

100. Carrying it to our throne, the winds
Every fragrance in its folds flowed

101. A secret concealed in it then emerged
O what an era it was, upon a palace in it

102. Like alcoves with ample and vast space
We wish whenever it was good for us

103. For the night to remain unknown to dawn
O heart of mine, life is a journey that is over

104. And a page remains before sleep
What tempts you of the world other than

105. That face and that passion?
How many a beloved whose brilliance disappeared

106. And a breeze remained from his love
In an undying fabric, despite the ravages

107. Of time and what it ruins
What is in a lock of his hair?

108. What is in his writing or books?
What is in a trace left behind

109. Of the vintages of love or its marvels?
What is in a gathering he frequents

110. The pact of love upon it made its promise
Perhaps his chair cries in sorrow