1. Say to my regrets and those seated around,
Do I have any devoted slaves,

2. Or someone to inform them sincerely,
That I have no need of them.

3. So turn back to reunion, for if you visit me,
The ordained separation will shave my head,

4. Or else why prevent a lover
Whose life is not with people.

5. Your love has left him muzzled,
Biting afflicted on my head,

6. Until indeed pure blood flows
From gums that bleed and grinders.

7. By Allah, if you wished, you'd please him,
So do not push him to despair.