1. The cooing of doves in the folds of the branches
Has inclined me to the old way of love once more;

2. It sang, and the boughs swayed graceful movements,
While the meadows' blossoms glanced at me and smiled.

3. It reminded me of my youth's dawn, so I wept,
My breast ever throbbing, my tears raining down.

4. When the guide called "Load up, we leave on the morrow!"
I raised up my voice when the time came round,

5. And said to their driver, my tears like the drops
That streamed down my cheek's surface ceaselessly,

6. "Rein in the camels, driver, they're leaning away
To the love that has captured and bound them in reins!"

7. "Say the parting has mixed him a cup full of woe,
By the Guide of the Shrine, it has poisoned me!

8. Ask the roe in the meadow, if she might but glance
From the fringe of her lids, then she'll see me again!"

9. Alas for my sorrow! How long must I dwell
On the love that has shunned me and left me in pain?

10. Would that I knew if the one that I love
Has been pierced by this parting, as I have been pierced!

11. Does he think of me still? In my heart he abides,
My tongue cannot help but speak of his name!

12. A marvel I'm living, now he is no more,
For I never was steel, to withstand all these blows!

13. My passion portrays him to those who look on,
Though our dwellings are far-spread in every clime.

14. Pause here today, O soft breeze, and receive
The tale of my woes from those not of my time!

15. The days have rolled by, and I sigh o'er my fate,
My glances are languid, my soul is in chains.

16. No captive so far in a desolate land
Would fail to exchange it for plains and lush rain,

17. Or kindle hot sighs and bend low in lament,
And weep copious tears in unceasing refrains,

18. No she-camels wand'ring in quest of cool water
Have rested so long by a fresh, verdant stream,

19. Spending there night after night in delight,
While the birds gathered round them in joy it would seem!

20. With a passion so strong and a sickness so sore
It cured me of thinking of passions profane,

21. Al-Hafiz ibn Muhammad dispelled all my fears
And rushed to my aid, though my foes were so fain,

22. I'm sheltered and safe in the shade of his wing,
I view my existence, but am not seen plain.

23. A leader made perfect by God from the clay
Of Highness - with him all Creation contends!

24. His pen is more piercing than any sword's stroke,
None lived with such glory, apart from disdains!

25. A lance, but divided for days of lush pastures
And days of keen spears thrust with anger and pains!

26. Ask of him wherever you please, east or west,
No two men, I swear, will e'er sound the same strains!