1. Alas! Will the nights of al-Shadiyakh return,
For as long as I live, I yearn for them -

2. A land where youth flourishes, and we long for
The north wind, while hearts are led south,

3. Thus my heart remains restless,
And my tears flow for the loss of my beloved.

4. On the day we parted, fatigue did not touch,
A lover, nor did a friend gather.

5. No one bid farewell or was saddened
By separation, or turned like a rolling dune.

6. Do you, whom I love, hear my sighing,
And pity my passion, and answer my call?

7. I weep, so you weep, glad for me, and our
Sobs meet, breaths, and lament.

8. Yet my fate, since I knew it,
Scatters the intimates of purity, and doubts.

9. Oh my love! A firm, guarded door
Has come between us and closeness.

10. So let him who is sick with wine be cured,
For the lover has no doctor for wine.

11. With my soul I ransom the one whose union I love,
Who desires my union, inclining toward me.

12. We exert our efforts for a union that will unite us,
Yet my time refuses - how strange!

13. They claimed that whoever strives will attain,
But not all men's words are true.