1. My passion in my heart tortures me, it is an illness
As is the world and all its pretense

2. My heart sees what I cannot see, so it pours
Can a lover's heart be as it desires?

3. I passed by the home of my beloved so I greeted
And weeping distracted me from responding

4. It was devoid of a resident, but my heart
Never left it for my heart is its hiding place

5. Peace be upon those who bear ill will towards us
Even if avoidance and disdain drag on

6. If our affection is hindered by distance
Then so are generosity and loyalty

7. I remembered my youth so I understood longing
Indeed this passion started since my youth

8. The joys of my youth, I sacrifice myself for you
Even if that sacrifice does not suffice

9. I shed blood in tears from my eyes for you
So do not neglect, between you is blood

10. Many a pure letter has come
Sealed with musk from the start

11. With proper, eloquent words it has secrets
Over the clear, straightforward meaning it builds

12. Pearls of eloquence, white over which
Men and women of the living envied and vied

13. When we called her an orphan, we lied
For she has supporters who revere and relations

14. You reject my praise, yet all praise
Dwells wrongly if not in its proper place

15. I saw you were not too proud for the praise of my like
So that is upon you a credit of nobility

16. Love beautifies what has no beauty
For beauty is love and acceptance

17. If Layla's beauty were fair in everyone's eyes
All would be mad and calamity would befall

18. I am the valley, if you called I would answer
Its echo made your call to me a call

19. You bestowed favor upon me I would claim
My credit is that the like of you honored me

20. Visiting us from you was cut off
Until hope was almost cut off

21. There was no fire between us, but
Water came between us like fire

22. Separation has dragged on and I know not
Will it last long? So I am patient

23. We say tomorrow and hope to see him
But fate laughs at our hopes

24. Enjoy your lover before a day comes
With an illness from your love, the cure

25. For some of the night has no morning
And some of the day has no evening