1. The beloved fades, yet his grief is renewed,
As though he is lost to me each passing day.

2. If he has moved far away from me,
Then the anguish in my heart reaches farther still.

3. They speak of the noble one’s virtues,
While I count the stars as I weep.

4. Those fair cheeks that her lover knew
Now don a dress of darkest woe.

5. And he will live however long I forget
The one who banished sorrow from my eyes,

6. Yet his phantom will not leave my eyelids.
I called to him and my tears replied,

7. Weeping, they answered more eloquently than I.
O you who have journeyed away,

8. Will we meet again before the Day of Judgment?
If you cannot hear my lamentations in the heat,