1. My friend, I have yearned for her nearness
So my afflictions increased, as you see me

2. Alas! I do not desire closeness or meeting
When obstacles lie between the caravan and the resting place

3. Illness has overpowered my every joint
Leaving in me nothing but a puff like smoke

4. It echoes through the joints and bends
Just about to leave, if not for glimpses of hope

5. As if I, though not yet twenty pilgrimages old
Have worries from illness made new, so I perish

6. If you could see me, an emaciated ruin
Whose pillars have been worn down by sorrows

7. The hand of distress tosses me about, crushing me
And the pains make sport of me, striking with both hands

8. I give generously what people are stingy in giving
Yet in it I am more miserly, disdained even by the burdensome

9. By my soul, though my soul is not dear to me
And my death—perhaps I will find rest, perhaps I will

10. I have despaired, so I have no hopes for my life
Oh death! Hurry! For it is my time

11. Oh love for her! Increase me! For should I expect after this
A life when nothing remains of my days but moments?

12. It is as if destiny has decided and taken me
To my grave, the pillar of my being collapsed

13. And the best of the glorious carried my bier
Weeping and mourning my sorrows

14. And at my grave, my cousin stood, grieved
Shedding bloody, red tears

15. And my mother was told, though she is a withered bud
The hand of fate has struck down your distant son

16. She almost flung herself down in grief
But could not find the strength, so shaken was she

17. Leaving her with but a day and night
To endure the bitterest sorrow and grief

18. And Adnan, who has become an orphan under her care
Whose spirit love and my gardens have inhabited

19. Wept at the weeping of the mother, though ignorant of weeping
His tears flowing like a torrent

20. So that no writer or poet remained
Who did not weep and eulogize me

21. To God I complain of my condition and misery
And the injustice of her I love, and the tyranny of time

22. It is as if, when she is mentioned, I am possessed
Could her love be the cause of my humiliation?

23. It is as if my heart is a slaughtered sacrifice
Suspended from the intensity of its throbbing

24. My limbs convulse when she is recalled
So I tremble, unable to move a finger

25. If what I suffer were conveyed to her now hardened heart
I would pour it out to unfeeling rock, and it would weep for me

26. If I had two hearts, I would live with one
And struggle against the doubts of events with the other