1. How strange is a heart you took flight from,
And the blade of regret pierced through,

2. The dove flew, fluttering inside, so if
Thoughts of you flowed, it flew to you, winged.

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

4. No difference between its moan and chime,
Its echo in the valley of death more clear.

5. O heart that hosted love’s feast,
And its circling cups,

6. Standing over lovers of passion
Seeking from its pleasures what may come.

7. Changing beds and lovers,
None loses in love but another gains.

8. Love is wretched behind its ailing,
In them, and its balm for what wounds.

9. O heart, woe to our constancy, what did it reap?
Do you see a ray in what remains to glimpse?

10. O sacred love, a temple
That tasted corruption from worshippers in vigil,

11. Many are its sacrifices, long its standing
And fasting, so when will you grant acceptance?

12. O palm tree of souls, praised be
Its shade, its blossoms worshipped in bloom.

13. Does a wanton attaining its shade and care
Mock its manifest majesty? Another jokes?

14. And one spends nights deprived, killed by youth,
His life yearning for your shadows.

15. Layla, I loved you like life itself, and in
Your gatherings, I tasted a cup overflowing with hopes.

16. So the cup of wishes broke, and I returned from
The sickness of passion and its gauntness, stumbling.

17. The curtain fell on the tale, and those
Chapters ended, that theater disbanded.