1. My heart and passion are plundered,
My eyelid, its tear poured out.

2. Yearning for those gone,
The living tribe doesn't incline.

3. And days for the lively tribe,
If it neighbored liveliness.

4. May Allah water it from him,
The wet apple branch smells.

5. And alive under it the gazelle
And the Indian doe wanders.

6. Free at it the tear,
And the heart captured by it.

7. And excused by it in melting
The curtains of passionate love melt.

8. Who chants to me in the riding camel,
A heart captured by the riding camel.

9. My heart and passion are peace,
And my eyelid and sorrow are war.

10. Oh, reproach, how delightful
My saying about you, oh reproach.

11. And how delightful people's saying
Love has orphaned it.