1. My tears flow in grief and with purpose,
I imagine a breeze that joined separation after me,

2. My eyes are vacant after his image left,
So strange is time's loss upon loss,

3. My friend, is there a glance we can send
To gardens affiliated with roses,

4. And a vine that makes the heart almost melt away,
When it trembles in nearness or is counted,

5. A beloved of mine they took from his name,
So he became a stranger, hoping and in bliss,

6. So woe to you who block that name, do not dissolve,
Even if enemies exert against that pact,

7. It's enough of sadness that we meet in union
Turning our eyes aside to the barrier,

8. If complaining enabled, crying would tell you
The reality of what I have, though much I have,

9. A love that no beauty in Buthaina attained equal,
Nor lifespan of Ibn 'Ujayl in India,

10. I took you mingled with my soul, I see
No deterrer to forbid nor ruler to judge,

11. Oh what a pity if sorrow met passion,
And what craving if craving helped in darkness,

12. Abu Fadl, in ninety nine ewe lambs,
Wealth for you, without gazelle in our field, return,

13. Will you take him from me, and passion already took
Its dues, what I confide and what I display,

14. And you tread to him my vigor and my prime,
While my separation did not tread him nor my fervor count him,

15. I said, ask about him, and the souls around him,
And how can the son of Mufarraj ask about coolness,