1. When they roused passion, weakness, and longing
And the guide urged on the procession of litters

2. And anguish prevented weeping, so our tears
Were grievous yearning and manifest regret

3. The turbans of the elders wiped away
The drafts of meadows, but the cheeks were tear-stained

4. My eyelids did not disobey the sultan of tears
Nor did my heart fortify itself with ribs

5. I miss you, I do not cease every night
To be sleepless from separation or wander in a valley

6. If only a time would come with fortune withdrawing
To money, and bring me to loved ones and friends