1. I recalled a companion, recalling the memories of an obsessed wanderer,
So I let flow a stream of my tears upon a stream.

2. A prisoner in the land of Syria, they did not preserve for him
The reins of passion in it, nor the sanctity of love.

3. Nor was his patron, though fate had estranged him,
With the hospitable host, nor the gentle of heart.

4. And they said he came from the direction of the West, approaching,
Yet I never imagined the full moon comes from the West.

5. What is the sin of him with bound hands from harming,
Of delicate limbs from committing sin?

6. For fear of enemies and the watching of a vigilant guard,
And the reproach of a king who exceeded in reproach.

7. My wishes for you are fortune, and my leaning toward you
Are the turns of fate, from an intercessor and from being near.

8. When will the world depart and I have not been satiated from them both?
So I will neither profit from it, now that my fate is sealed, nor will I lament.