1. Grief stirred the heart because of her, a passing whim
And pressing cares, as well as the memory,

2. And the words of the cheek when she faced
The direction of the caravan, and her eyes were pearls

3. O Abu Al-Khattab, you have not burdened us
With an obligation wherein is toil and sleeplessness

4. Except with the righteousness of Allah, only a glance
From you that to me bears no significance

5. I said you have not burdened us with love for you
O daughter of the two best, most painful and bitter

6. And indeed my heart increased in sorrow
At her words to me, "Conceal my secret, O Omar"

7. I said, "You are the thing whose secret should be concealed
And whose love should be granted, and made easy"