1. Long was my night, and I remained sleepless as a madman,
And sorrows assaulted me like heavy rains.

2. Greetings, O God, to the family and the dwellings
At the origin of the canal from Jairoun.

3. When I enter a door on the left,
Even though I exit through the right,

4. I became a stranger in Syria until
My family imagined confused thoughts.

5. She is like a pearl taken out
From a concealed essence.

6. And if I attribute her noble qualities,
I will not find her equal among the virtuous.

7. Then I took her to a green dome
Where we walked on marble and gold.

8. A dome of bricks built
At the onset of winter in Qaytoon.

9. It makes dew, flags, and torches
Like prayers for it in December.

10. Domes were erected and houses
Adorned with basil and marjoram.

11. Then I parted with her in the best state
That a companion parts with a companion.

12. She cried fearing the separation
The crying of the sorrowful toward the sorrowful.

13. Ask about my remembrance and sadness
For my return when they rebuked me.

14. I said, when my illness was prolonged
And my night tossed and turned in discontent,

15. I wish I knew: did love steal my sleep?
Or did the Creator deprive me, of little rest?