1. Let your stirrups catch on my stirrups
The shortness of the road prolongs my weariness

2. I will take to my grave to comfort my loneliness
The quiver of lips, and the flutter of eyelids

3. I did not think the knocker of resolve
Was the farthest end, and the goal of yearning

4. Until I was afflicted by its misery and joy
So it became a cause among causes

5. I swear by your eyes in which were entrusted
The secret of life, and the confusion of minds

6. We captives are "four" in exile
I, passion, my hand, and my cup of drink

7. I used to be dumbfounded in your presence
So imagine me yours in absence

8. I listen to your voice hovering in my hearing
And I smell your scent clinging to my clothes

9. And I chase your phantom my eyes wide awake
Slow of step. Drowsy eyelids

10. And distract it from visiting the others
So it gets lost in their darkness