1. Long has your abandonment been for me, O Layla
Until my heart became a victim of your love

2. And my body melted in the heat of passionate longing
Is there any hope of meeting you?

3. If only you knew I was infatuated with you
And that the cure for lovers' woes is to be with you

4. Do not be stingy with union, I am a lover
I have no healer among people but you

5. So join me, for I cannot endure separation
Do not abandon one passionately in love with you

6. And who can prevent you from joining with your beloved?
Did your brother prevent you from joining your beloved?

7. What harm is there if you join with one tortured
Sick at heart, not forgetting you?

8. God looks after those who maintain their love
And looked after those who looked after love and you

9. May you, O fawn-eyed one, join willingly
With one passionately in love with you

10. Do as you wish, I am yours to command
As are those who love and cherish you

11. If not for you, passion would not have wasted my body
Nor would I become infatuated with love but for you

12. Sorrow has destroyed my patience and lessened my composure
And my longing intensified, then you became inaccessible

13. No wonder the enamored sells himself
If he, O Layla, kisses your mouth

14. I have sold myself to you in a binding sale
Strange is he who sells himself yet buys you!

15. You who have tortured my heart in existence
To the point of death, yet your abandonment continues

16. Have you no pity for the hopeful one
Who spends his nights and days in your shelter?

17. Kindness from you would be best for one
Who morn and eve is in the shade of your contentment

18. From you comes love, rejection, abandonment and torment
All has happened by your consent

19. My body is emaciated, from passion it does not recover
Until it became, from its illness, like your cheekbones

20. If it is shameful to join, I see no shame
In me kissing your mouth

21. Does that light emanating from your cheek
Belong to you, O Layla, or the radiance of your brilliance?

22. I and all people, O my bliss
We all emulate your radiance

23. My soul, my heart and my eyelids, all
Those who blame, those who see you and wish you well

24. A drink to days of youth now past and gone
Never to return to what they were, and your giving to drink

25. No good in praise unless it be
Of the sharp sword, the work of the skilled smith