1. The tears recur over my burning heartache,
Sights saw on my day of bliss,

2. A companion for whom bitter fates yield,
With whispers transcending the voice of tenderness, so they cling to rapture.

3. And intestines more tender than her delicate frames,
And redder than her bloodstained towns.

4. She left and freed no captive,
Whose heart could slip from the bond of shackles,

5. With the lightning of slumber and oft yearning,
Which make me hope for the righteous folk.

6. I painfully blame the censurers, and my false excuses deceive me,
And my inventions and fabrications.

7. How often the critic overlooked in my presence,
Recommencing pouring out and longing.

8. And magic nights in which I plunged,
A melody murmurs and a leg strides gently.

9. So it left no distinction in me at dawn,
Taking me to the extent of my rapture.

10. I say to a friend I let go when he tired or grew bored of embracing me,
“Is our separation from your coldness, or a separation from parting?”

11. And occlusion of visits a lingering fidelity,
And comfort for my weary legs.

12. We were in Damascus, caring for,
Loyalty to the covenant from us in Iraq.

13. Does your land's loyalty falter or do natures differ,
Unlike those of unfaithful dispositions?

14. So do not feign connection with me,
Confronting from its harm what you confront.

15. When you want the shortcut, you know me
Short-tailed, tight-belted.

16. And lo, when you permit me to visit,
Tied are the saddle-bags, wide the saddle-cloth’s strap.

17. I see in Abdul Sadiq, so if he adorns himself
With injustice, I ransom my neck or rebellion.

18. And you will not grow used to hearing me complain of staying,
Amidst discomfort with freedom in my hands.

19. Wedlock is no sweeter to me
With separation through divorce from the wedlock.

20. How many steps of this stored-up bondage,
Has the pace of these noble sandals escaped!

21. A farewell which in it, from leaning forward,
Foregoes resignation and embrace.

22. Perhaps our discord shall return to us,
With nearness and harmony.

23. Were it not for remoteness, proximity would not be sought,
Were it not for severance, reunion would not be loved,

24. And losing affection is like losing,
Trade contracts in a ledger.

25. True, we never glimpsed a new moon,
On the far horizon except from a place of pilgrimage

26. You shall see the enduring sanctuaries owed us
The affection of these remaining sanctuaries.

27. Unless we receive a long agreement,
Distant from upheaval and rupture,

28. For some people may socialize temporarily,
With the manufacture of pretense and hypocrisy.

29. And the bucket comes full after a depletion,
Of griefs in it, and sediments.

30. So do not deprive our nights of their prime,
And our sweet life of its exquisite taste!