1. Stand at the ruins of Layla,
At the doors of her abodes,

2. A house that hosted many and became,
Like traces of henna.

3. Stand there if you are a passionate lover,
With melancholy and depression,

4. And weep there with tears,
Like the tears of clouds.

5. Do you recognize the house in ruins?
Appearing like a mirage,

6. Wearing a robe of leanness,
After Bedouins and Arabs,

7. After camels and happiness,
And Sulayma and Rabab,

8. Camels and Happiness,
Exposed me to blame,

9. Left my heart depressed,
And my tears like drums.

10. After my hair turned white,
And the bloom of my youth faded,

11. They were like the sun in their beauty,
With cheeks like wine,

12. And mouths sweeter than honey
Under shapely chins,

13. Radiant ones I loved,
Under tormenting eyelids,

14. Tormenting but not salty,
For they are like melted honey,

15. And with necklaces like the necklaces
Of wild deer in the valleys,

16. And pomegranate bosoms
That left me in torment,

17. And slender waists,
Above smooth hips,

18. And so we all parted,
After that companionship,

19. Oh days we drank,
A wine like flames,

20. And coffee that takes away,
Sorrow I swear, and fog,

21. In amazing gardens,
Tracing whispers of clouds,

22. Where you see flowers tremble,
Like waves in pouring rain,

23. Of red anemones,
Like blood in goblets,

24. To this my passion flows,
At all times for all youths,

25. And I roamed a land,
Full of plateaus and hills,

26. With fortresses, hills,
Clefts and meadows,

27. And deer, jackals and wolves,
I roamed it on a steed,

28. Bay like a raven,
With tucked up belly, folded,

29. Like a folded book,
He is like a sturdy palm tree,

30. When rising and standing tall,
And you see him swoop,

31. Like an eagle or hawk,
Or lightning fast,

32. Or seen like a shooting star,
He galloped and the night draped,

33. The land in dark like kohl,
Or pure black ink,

34. On rugged solid rocks,
Then dawn emerged while tomorrow,

35. Was still veiled,
Like the face of the learned master,

36. My hope against hardships,
Those who truly have wisdom,

37. And the authority of speech,
His praisers have become many,

38. As numerous as dust,
The world split in two,

39. By the divide of right,
So the loyal are in bliss,

40. And the defiant in torment,
His glory now rises to the stars,

41. In loftiness like a shooting star,
And his gifts like specks of light,

42. Like necklaces on necks,
His enemies,

43. While he is above the stars.