1. My friends, is there any way to meet again?
For yearning has wearied me and distance has ravaged me

2. And whenever I remember you
my burning heart flares up and torments me

3. Never for a day have I forgotten our enduring covenant in ‘Aqiq
and longing for union called me to seek you out

4. I call on you while the cooing doves coo in my branches
and my reproacher above the firmaments watches over me

5. May God water the days when, with blood-stained palm,
I sated desires decked out in robes

6. I have no abode since the hand of fate has cast me
with seven or eight casts of glowing embers

7. And after the beloved and his nearness I have become
as if I were the Pleiades while the beloved were Yemen

8. Never for a day have I forgotten him, though long his absence
So say to him, for God’s sake, “Why have you forgotten me?”

9. Greetings to the Trustworthy Patron and his son
for yearning for them has lodged arrows in my ribs