1. Can a lover forget passion and find peace
When he disobeys the critics to obey his desire?

2. His eyelids are clutched by wakefulness and tears
While his mind finds comfort in ecstasy and fervor.

3. A heart suffering from intense longing complains of thirst
So his eyes hold the disease and his mouth, the cure.

4. My secrets have been revealed and worry hides me,
My inner self exposed though my body's obscure.

5. I'm surprised my secret was too narrow to hide
How could it contain the excess of love I endure?

6. To God I complain of the sorrow I've been caused
If you don't let me express and speak of my cure.

7. Oh you, who twists a debtor with loans, unwind!
Haven't you heard what will come of one twisted before?

8. Oh you who ignites my passion's flames within me,
Would you burn a heart for as long as you've kept your fire?

9. My critic attacked me with blame, if only he saw
My beloved, he'd be shy of such harshness for sure.

10.
A moon, as I saw him when darkness retired,

11. A gazelle, as told of the hill's dweller demure,
A fragile gaze like those who blame his love

12. Or my patience for my vows, restrained yet mature,
It aims from his eyes towards me arrows

13. Whose marks I welcome - not those which injure,
With a glance, it can kill, with a glimpse, bring to life

14. So his eyes hold the disease and his mouth, the cure.
If the knights of passion equal Badr's Urwa

15. And Qays, among them you'll find me endure,
My mind hasn't forgot our farewell stance,

16. My ribs' sighs have steadied, longing yet pure,

17. My eyes bleed then tear, scattering now and then
Rubies here, pearls over there, glistening jewels.

18. They've turned my heart away, how to live beyond them?
Leaving my soul like their abode, broken, obscure.

19. If my beloved wishes my demise,
Through intent, he's attained what's beyond his desire.