1. My beloved, my tormented heart cannot stop
Thrilling at the fluttering of Circassian specters,

2. Nor can the soul I've known stop,
That used to haul the train of youth in the past.

3. And my heart, as yesterday, cannot stop, storming,
Playing with passion there, and flirting.

4. One day it likens me, in the valley of travel, to a gazelle,
Another day, to this cheek, it likens me to a twittering bird.

5. If I said a heart once serene,
When desires pulled it this way and that until it lied,

6. Was not a heart, when eyes unleashed it,
Their bloody talons sank into it, staining it red.

7. My beloved, the light's daughter pitched her tent,
And the horizon of my yearning darkened as she disappeared.

8. Your absence one day and night has sapped
My strength − no rest for my shoulder's joint from you.

9. My beloved, the fetters of sorrow wake sorrow,
And some heartbreak can be mended with tears.

10. Standing, we drain the eyes with weeping
Over the desolate, unlit ruins where darkness pours.

11. Askance, at the vestiges, we pay what we owe,
Trace the twists of nights, and complain.

12. We blame the firm ordinances that drove us apart,
Hoping that bare lament might sweep them away.

13. We give voice to the rubble, rubble of love,
Echoing the owl's hoot, the jackal's howl.