1. Is it easier that I die of my sickness
After I've come to know where my remedy lies

2. They brought the cunning healers, but they knew not
That the cure for my love sickness wasn't in their grasp

3. Oh You who examines the hearts for misguidance
Look and see, if you peer inside my chest

4. You'll find ribs fallen apart in disarray
Like the dunes that appear to the beholder's eye

5. As if the fire of love burns through its quarters
The flame that consumed Majnun at Layla's camp

6. I knew not that one who tastes of love's anguish
Is counted among the deceased, not the living

7. My God, in a soul split between despair and hope
In the blindness of your love, it lingers lost

8. I sent my eyes as a messenger, but they returned
With tidings of joyfulness and moans

9. I knew not that when filled with your beauty
It would fill too with tears and heartache

10. How strange your heart feels no tenderness for my state
As if it were made of deaf mute stone

11. I've endured, but not for mere patience
Rather, like one staunchly abstaining from water

12. No wrong have I done, known to you
So why this cruelty in how you punish me?

13. If my crime is loving you passionately
Why then does your beauty tempt the onlooker?

14. Do you recall that day on Dummar's hillside
When upon my hand your dress you laid?

15. When from the strain of our intimate talk
The branches of the bent banana tree swayed

16. Whispers I uttered as desire willed
When none were near us there to hear

17. Reproaches the like of which none have told
Save Juhha when she complained and cried

18. And anguished laments kindled your tenderness
After leaving the murmur of water, wailing aloud

19. My tears etched lines on your cheek
Sealed by a kiss, like mute Khursa's

20. By your mouth's sweet nectar, that best of cures
How the lips of fair ladies were put to shame

21. It was as if we, the lovers from Quta
Were picnicking together in a meadow

22. I had hopes of attaining my desires
If not for modesty's deterring rebukes

23. Like a dove calling her beloved, surrounded
By swaying bamboo and vast empty plains

24. Fate took him, and so she mourns his loss
Crying through the dawn and dusk

25. As if she, having lost her only child
Appears grieving, dressed in black

26. Her tears seem turned to blood
I see you with reddened, tearful eyes

27. She let out an elegy upon our ears
More poignant and moving than Tae'iy's laments

28. Until the sun descended into the west
And the vanguard of the darkening army appeared

29. You flew away with my heart, to where I know not
For who can restore to me that which is lost?