1. The wind drags its train and spreads it
Oh, if only I were one of those the wind supposes

2. So it would drag us, tail-like, and cast us
Upon her whom is dusty and desolate plains

3. How can I be near you or how can I have you
Alas! That is not for us anymore

4. If only the one who created separation would become weak
No, if only the one who created parting would become feeble

5. One of my uncle's daughters, not far from her abode
A land of wormwood and spurge is its valley