1. O sleepless one, awake not from thoughts of Layla, though I lie awake
Sleep, do not fret, for yearning has robbed me of rest

2. The night advances and my sorrow swells
Dawn breaks and grief consumes my breast

3. Torment afflicts my eyes, anguish wracks my heart and soul and sickness racks my body
Would that I did not exist or see any joy

4. Or would that one denied union had never been