1. My masters, if the house departs with you
In the courtyard of my heart you have a dwelling

2. The cooing of the doves when you built
Is to me nothing but cooing

3. Whenever it repeats its song
Past passions come back to me

4. It is like me in suffering from longing
So we both have sworn oaths of lament

5. Except I never see its eyelids
Damped, while I have ever-flowing tears

6. Sleepless, unaware of sleep when
It embraces people in the night's slumber

7. Ask about my sleepless eyes your specter
It does not visit those who do not slumber

8. Save calling, my yearning for you I vent
So the lad complains to his lord

9. And on you from a gloom-ridden, woeful one
Whose eyes have bid sleep goodbye, salams