1. For whom are the eyelids of the sick longing
They ravage hearts with a sword, oh you who brings me delight

2. With a night as black as tar, and with might
The excess of passion has shaded and guided me

3. If not for the ignorance of my blamer, I would not have wished
He who is empty of love, reproached me

4. How can I expose myself to blame, when I have
No heart that sides with me in censure

5. Oh, the men! A regal one has traveled in my heart
A Houri in description, Joseph-like in meaning

6. I did not know the days of youth
Are measured by the blink of an eye

7.
And I complained to the breeze of my youth

8. When the musky scent of flowers drifted
Oh my blamer! In who I love ignorantly

9. You are unlike me, so do not blame me

10. How much ambiguity lies in my ribs
While my heart is free of bindings

11.
Between blame and my hearing is like what is

12. Between me, and patience and reproach
That cheek knew no mole except

13. To break the red anemones

14. Oh lightning of An-Na’man, which quenched the life
For a time you blessed Na’man

15.
It is for you to make me yearn for the homelands

16. And for me to cry with shedding tears
And I guarantee the elegizer of you with a sob

17. That excites the heart with the gleam of swords
When the youth loses his youth and prime

18. Then his end and remaining are equal
Stop at those dwellings and pause

19. To heal the burning and gain kindness
They descended upon Ramah, residing, so do not ask

20. What befell the branches and the gazelles
So I will send with the breeze to them

21. A complaint that makes the stalks of mint lean
And if the blamer witnessed his beauty

22. He would cast blame and call me to passion
Awake to murder, while his gaze sleeps