1. They have bound the shackles, so separation cannot be undone,
Nor a wound soothed, whose hurt was caused by injustice.

2. They have bound the shackles, so I know not where they will take them -
To Oman or elsewhere they are being led.

3. O companions in anguish! In passion I burn and yearn
To melt away - lit by eyes dark as night.

4. Bring them to me from the valley's heart, well-watered -
As if, on the brow of idols, God's oneness is inscribed.

5. Maybe the bitterness of their love that afflicts me
Will be dispersed by the wine's generosity.

6. Says Uboud: “The Resurrection will reunite us.”
O Hind! What care I for what Uboud relates?

7. Your love has not ceased, its passions still raging
Within my heart, while tender love lies extended.

8. What heart estranged by remoteness, can endure
The ardour of the trysts’ recalled memory?