1. I implore you by the valley of winter and its gazelles
And the gazelles of the valley of travel and the alluring eyes

2. And a heart, whenever thoughts of Layla crossed it
It flared up with passion and yearning

3. And a love that in its infancy, oh Hind, we loved
So I inscribed it a lifetime with its sorrows and agony

4. Let me be with this cup and ewer to guard
Against the turns of nights, whenever disaster struck

5. For in my heart from the passion of its south
And sadness from memories, and I am still broken

6. They say if I drink three
Then there is no good for Jordan to hope from my ambition

7. Trust that he who lets his love for his country guide him
And if he takes to wine, will not stray from the path