1. My thirsty longing for you - why?
And your love has made my heart withered.

2. If being wrapped up in your pleasure is youthfulness,
Then eternity is for you, and in it I found delight.

3. You took away my healthy liver, so favor
My remains with it, preserved for my dear ones.

4. O shooter! Shooting from the bow of his glances
Arrows from his frowning eyebrows forcefully.

5. Why did you abandon me for the separation of a slanderer
Whose blame is a blemish - so here is the separation.

6. And whoever transgressed against me regarding you
Has indeed transgressed in his own sanctuary.

7. Other than complaining, he will not find me blaming
those who contained the beauty of the terrain completely.

8. O how much I wish it would be steady, wherein is sweetness,
Changing my state - the sweet one - to scattered about.

9. He has given generously and with beauty,
To the finest and the souls most penetrating.

10. A sword that sheds tears on the heart - his eyelids -
And I see slackness for it through him, begging.

11. Killing me - they increase depicting it -
My killing among the family of Yazdaj.

12. No wonder he made separation his she-camels
When he remained a deadly and decisive separator.

13. With his glance there is magic - if its deed appeared
To Harut he would have been for it a teacher.

14. Wander in this full moon in the atmosphere of the sky -
My isolation from you - so why this isolation?

15. The doe-eyed one distracted, and the gazelle, for his face,
Glancing about, and in it seeking refuge - so why?

16. His refinement prevailed over the blossoming of youth,
And his compassion refused assuming disguises - so why?

17. And the paleness of his cheek complained of his roses,
And the roughness of his heart told of steel.

18. The burning of the moles of his cheek, my brother,
Has preoccupied me with anguish that refused rescue.

19. The waist of the afflicted one, the fresh and sweet when kissed,
Aloes wood, it surpassed, pure and aromatic.

20. Intoxicated am I from his mouth, and his glances, rather I see,
In each of his limbs regarding him, bubbles.

21. His waist belts have spoken, a stamp, so
The seals of waists were silenced, an injury.

22. They became gentle and akin to me, the forgetfulness,
Yes, and that means it brought ease, so it rhymed.

23. Like a branch bending, and the dawn, dawning,
And the night, exuberant, from it, adjoining the adjoining.

24. His love taught me asceticism, when
He related, disciplined, the farewells of return an obstruction.

25. So I made taking off the adornments for him as his cloak
When the kissing of the adornment was an obstruction.

26. And for us in the fear of parting, a place of return less than them -
The fate of the parting, my enemy, appropriate for pouring harm.

27. And with the agony of your loss, the gazelle of my love,
With the gazelle, when he shared in taking.

28. They are the tears of lovers flowing, and its intensity voluntary offered
Valleys and paid loyalty its floods.

29. How many destitutes, then no one like Ja'far
Came to the honorable ones asking, begging.

30. Before the caravan dispersed from Amarah
We used to disperse wishes, thighs.

31. I was isolated from them in Damascus, distant
Like reunification, and they pitched tents in Baghdad.

32. Separation gathered worries upon me after
They were near me from them, harm.

33. Oaths like covenants are with them at peace -
How so when I do not have for it purity, scattered about?

34. And patience is patience from them and upon them
I see it then as harm, burdensome.

35. Consolation became difficult, and my anguish with the family
They plotted, so they were with plotting, refuge.

36. Diversion from me to you so my eyelid
Which was lined with them - do not make it collapse seeking more.

37. I swear by the one in whom I see his torment
Pleasant and in his humiliation, pleasure.

38. My eye has not deemed good anything but him even if he captivates
But my captivity and I was not refuge.

39. None spied but in yearning
From around him, sneaking about, why?

40. He used to be counted before among the dead of Rasha
A lion for the lions of evildoers, wasted.

41. He has spent the night in the fire of his passion which
Has made his entrails - from it - see kindling, not rescue.

42. Perplexed! You will not find him but rarely
From all directions I see him, sturdy.

43. Inflamed! Distressed of ribs in anguish
That overwhelmed anguish, so he sought, seeking repeatedly.

44. Weak! Whom illness has afflicted, so it afflicted
When he saw in his body from his harm, nutrition.

45. He showed the grief of gloom for his consolation when
Youth died in his bosom, withered.

46. So he became, and the enemy was delighted with his youth,
Disguised, and with his old age, craving.

47. The grief of beds - there is no end to its sending -
Grief with that the judgment carried out effectively.

48. He sheds tears repeatedly and does not withhold them, his eyelids,
For the dryness of loved ones, a torrent and spray.

49. He gave the plains the plains of his tears but
The clouds were stingy with it while he gave generously.

50. The returning ones said when they saw him:
“If the one who killed passion is there, then this is him.”