1. O you who have come to these lands and made them
Your home, though you were once strangers

2. If titles bring honor to those named,
You have honored titles themselves

3. You left, making the bitterness of parting
Provision, and tears your drink

4. Is this how every lover parts, or was there
None before me who loved then left their beloved?

5. O endpoint of wishes, this is my passion
Cut to pieces since you left

6. And my regret, that the morn after we parted
I could not bid you a long farewell

7. Strange, that my soul still turns
Back to your lands, coming and going

8. I'd not tasted the sweetness of nearness, but it
Foretold the pain of absence and separation

9. Parting's sword has torn us apart
Will we not be allowed to reunite?

10. O people, do you not see a traveler cast off
By separation's hands to barren sands?

11. If Alexander's realm became iron melting
In its seas, it would melt away

12. Think not the two seas, that after them
I've settled, found home or friends

13. Shiraz, though once my heart's delight
Is no more joyous than a foreign land

14. Never would I buy a home where cypresses
Grow, not in Fārān, nor elsewhere

15. As for the curl-tressed girls, imagining them
For solace is naught but fancy's babble