1. Return to me, even if just for a glance
So the time of blossoming youth may come back to me

2. The sweetest life is what has passed and gone
As a generous gift of fickle time

3. All the bygone nights are naught
Compared to your bliss, O intimate nights

4. Nothing passed more quickly than they did
As if they were but a dream on the wings of a bird

5. And may my heart pursue in you sorrows
Linked, beginnings to ends

6. And I yearn with the yearning of one remembering
Beyond the murmur of his grief, the yearning of the rememberer

7. My youth was a time gentler than youth
And sweeter than the slumber of a wakeful eye

8. It passed, yet the blossoming of its return
And the beauty of its beautiful crown did not fade from my sight

9. I complain of separation, though it is a complaint
Like fire in the entrails, having sparks

10. Alas for Najd and the days in it
Days of my joy and the time of good tidings

11. I was not content with keeping in touch with them
And today I am content with the occasional phantom

12. He who loves it is consoled by the least of its traces
When solace crosses my mind

13. The dearest apple of my eye, in whom is that
Which has become a tale of wonders and rarities

14. My heart has not ceased being intimate with sorrow
Since they titled him the nimble gazelle

15. Oh heart, you have shown your youthfulness in him
To surpass the sorcery of a sorcerer’s eye

16. How can I be saved when all the apathetic blacks
Have become raging at every apathetic white?