1. O you whose ardent heart is enamored
Of one who went to India and was not unfair

2. Who went to a gazelle, slender and delicate
Sweet of smile, pure of heart

3. Like the sun in the Asad when it rose
On a cold, gloomy day

4. I did not think the sun appeared at night
Before me, neither flesh nor blood

5. She said, and departure had saddened her
And if the eye glanced at it, it would weep

6. If death makes us forget and allows us
To meet you again in season

7. If you do not come or if you remain indifferent
The least will distract you from the greatest

8. I said to her, "No, you are ailing, Hind
In love, that you may pine away"