1. The estranged may yet be brought together,
And Time which turned away may yet turn to embrace.

2. O dwelling now devoid of intimacy,
Hostility has come between us, parting lies before us.

3. However much I sought my tormentors' consent,
The time has passed when I was blamed.

4. So wonder not that my body feels no wasting grief,
Nor that my soul pants not like a racing dove.

5. Before you, the path of parting opened out to bid me farewell,
While reliance on God parted from me and was gone.

6. The tears I hoped for never flowed,
Nor did the severance I feared ever happen.

7. Not every fire of passion burns down the camphor,
Nor does every malady of longing kill.

8. Perhaps Abu'l-'Abbas will be pleased with his lieutenant
And grant us that which we wish and make it smooth.

9. When the letter travels to him no messenger will fail,
Nor will the bringer of success fail to bring it.