1. Between the battlefields of glances and passions
I am the slain, no sin or shame to my name

2. I bid farewell to my soul when your eyes I first met
At the sight of that beautiful vision's radiant light

3. By God, my eyelids are sleepless for you
Yearning, loving, my heart is torn in two

4. My ribs so weakened, bent from the fire
Of my liver, scorched with passionate desire

5. Tears rain down, if not for breath's gentle tide
From fires of love I'd not have survived

6. You blamed fabricated ailments, excuses to hide
From my sight, while desire you deride

7. I woke feeling dejected, I slept the same way
But never in sorrow or despair did I stray

8. To each loving heart, love is their life's work
Each tongue speaks love, each soul love does irk

9. Each deaf ear ignores the lover's sweet words
Each sleeping eyelid from wakefulness blurred

10. No fervor stirred breasts cold and numb
No passions stirred hearts asleep and glum

11. Torment me as you desire, just don't shun
A loyal lover is glad to be undone

12. Take what remains of my fading life's spark
No good is a love that leaves the heart dark

13. Who will help me destroy my soul in reckless love
That sweetly poisons spirits above

14. Who dies consumed with love is raised high
Among lovers, ascends to the peak of the sky

15. Veiled, his pride lights his way in the night
Needing no torch, his conceit glowing bright

16. If I stray in the dark, your visage at dawn
Guides my eyes, daybreak dispels what is gone

17. If the musk breathes, it confesses to all
Who know its sweet scent, spreading as night does fall

18. Days you looked upon me like treasures untold
Days you turned away stretched on, joyless and cold

19. If you journey away, my soul, weep and depart
If you visit, my heart, rejoice and take heart!

20. Tell those who reproach me, question my mind
Leave me be, tend your own, cease to be unkind

21. Blame is a sin, it makes no one admired
Did you ever see a lover by criticism inspired?

22. My dear friend, do not dwell on my sorry plight
Save your heart, beware temptations of false delight

23. I'm kind and gentle, I've offered my advice
With purest intentions, not meaning to entice

24. For him I've cast off my virtue, sacrificed my faith
Forsaking all that I should, my good grace

25. Yet my love for him makes my passion glow bright
While my critics are darkened, obscured in the night

26. Blessed is He! His beauty beyond all compare
It has ruined and revived me, beyond all repair

27. Who chants his name falls captive to his call
Even if deaf, hearing his name does enthrall

28. I pity the lightning unveiled in the sky
Bearing his scar, too shy to shine bright

29. When absent from me, in each exquisite scene
Is a trace of his grace, beauty serene

30. In the oud's song, the flute's melody floats
Rising between harmonious notes

31. In fields where playful gazelles lightly tread
Dewdrops like pearls on their feet calmly spread

32. In the sound of rain falling, a shower of petals
On meadows of flowers in streams gently settled

33. In the wind's trailing robes when it blows
Bringing fragrant spices wherever it goes

34. In the rim of the cup as I sip and imbibe
Sweet wine in the garden, secluded and ripe

35. I know not a stranger in my homeland with him near
My heart asks where we are without any fear

36. My home is my home, my love always here
When you're present, my barren land blooms and is dear

37. Let riders traverse in the dead of the night
In your light, the morn will shine warm and bright

38. The caravan can journey as they desire
They're unafraid, being people of light and fire

39. By my love I'm bound, though it wounds me indeed
No urge to obey what passion decrees

40. Behold a liver melted, drunk with love's pain
Eyes shedding tears, weeping again and again

41. Pity the crash of my hopes, my faith in your word
Hoping your promise will lift me, give flight like a bird

42. Have mercy, relieve the grief of my dream-weary heart
And comfort my soul, bind my wounds before they start

43. I'm honored by gifts I'm unworthy to ever receive
The herald's glad tidings, when hope seemed to leave

44. Good news, you're forgiven, though crooked your way
Remove your rags, let me wash your sins away