1. Do you see the dove moaning in ecstasy with me,
And the misty clouds begin to weep for my tears?

2. Why is the breeze listless, trailing its skirts?
Did it pass by the streams of my tears?

3. Nay, why does the lightning blaze so fiercely?
A spark flew to it from my ribs.

4. I know not, did the days feel my torment,
And elegized it, or did the world rage with me?

5. So the rain pours gently for my youthfulness,
And the birds weep mercifully for my pain.

6. Yearnings of passion set my essence aflame
With a fire whose hissing resounds in my hearing.

7. It left no refuge for patience between its resting places,
Like the edges of flames give no respite.

8. O people of the sanctuary, is there no gallant among you
To mourn for the sufferings of an impassioned, obsessed lover?

9. I weep and the inanimate show me mercy, yet I see
No friend who feels for my complaints or understands.

10. When I call out for a companion, he does not turn,
When I seek refuge in a brother, he is of no use.

11. Strangest of all, I complain of love,
Yet the sin is mine in all I lay claim to.

12. O heart, how often have I told you, be on your guard!
Have you seen how he who does not listen is disappointed?

13. You have fallen into the snares of a cunning deceit
That cannot be undone. So take yourself or leave it!

14. O doe of loveliness, here are my tears,
So graze here, and here is the meadow of my heart.

15. If only my torment satisfies you,
Then you have attained your full share of it.

16. I am caught between a youthfulness that will not fade
And a madness from which I will not desist.

17. Trust what the tongues of passion dictate to you
For they are tears whose rights cannot be denied.

18. Think not my words are the guile of a deceiver.
The faithful man does not betray his vow.

19. I will be content with a glance from your love,
And count it devotion, if you do not forbid.

20. This is my wish, and would that I attain it
From your gracious self, for that is greatest comfort.