1. The melody of love for you and the driver's shout
Have weakened the endurance of an ardent lover

2. Parting hastens upon me, yet I gained no union with you
Except a glance, like a flash of lightning

3. By your refusal, nothing of passion remains in me
Except a hand clasping a throbbing heart

4. Gently, with my prisoner, your ringlets, for rarely
Does the patience of a lover endure separation

5. Lo, I have concealed my love for you, yet it is
A fire kindling in a desirous heart

6. My will has empowered my silent tongue
I have no stratagem against a speaking tear

7. If it flowed, I would have no excuse
I have no stratagem against one who sets at eve

8. If I do not dare love's billows and seek
The union with every disheveled, running lover

9. And charge between the two battle lines, exposing
Myself there to the thrust of a lancer or an archer

10. And defend against death's troops with my shoulders
On every confusing, winding road

11. My feet denied comfort and I lost
The tracks of purpose round my neck

12. And I fled from my adversary and from the company of those
Whose manners disappointed me or knocked at my door

13. You left, and my soul rejoiced not at the howdah of one arriving
Nor grieved at the loss of one departing

14. I am, due to your loss, between lasting sorrow
That will not cease, and fleeting patience

15. O destiny! Have you kept safe in the valley of the acacias
My covenant which I emphasized and bound?

16. Where the zephyrs and the breeze both
Entice the hearing or perception of one who sniffs

17. And the garden blends together as we are in it
The lips of apple blossoms and the cheeks of anemones

18. And the dripping down green myrtle trees is reckoned
The tears of the guide on the cheek of a young lover

19. The doves moan on the trees, so the branches
Sway between bendings and embrace

20. Would that I knew! Will what is past repeat
Or have the days detached from it my bonds?

21. Grant that it return! How can I, when what
The turns of fate have written above my destiny?

22. A line tomorrow will dry up the ink, so it has
No power when a hopeful one beholds it

23. Why does time single me out for its turns
Until it raced to me with the race of a rival?

24. It continues to pour upon me sorrows repeatedly
And exalts others with limpid, delicious water

25. Likewise, when the winds blow furious, they only
Come upon the lofty, firm-rooted trees

26. The wildcats stroll safely among the gardens
While we play with the tame lynx

27. Patience over it, for the status of one spurned
Often changes and becomes that of a loyal friend