1. O heart, why do I see you awaken?
Long has attachment ensnared you,

2. If today the mother of Bakr comes
And takes to solace the road,

3. Who is near to the love of a beloved,
Then I am the distant, far-off outcast,

4. Love between us was predestined, so we met
And both of us were eager for the meeting,

5. We met and did not conceal what we encountered
The night of fear and of purpose that leads,

6. And between us occurred, renewing a bond,
A fickle one, inconstant of tongue, a comrade,

7. Think not that correspondence and gift-giving
Are proper from me for all women,

8. Some of them are indeed worthy of honor,
And between them and me is a far span.