1. When we bypassed the hills in procession
And the meadows of Jarʿā’ encompassed us

2. The domes of love appeared from the right of the folds
We sprinkled the barrens with our tears

3. People weep pretending while in fact
The chanter's weeping reveals every pretender

4. A heart God tended, remaining a shepherd
Sheltering them amid ruins and crying out

5. It pours anguish from all its sides
What is your view of that impassioned heart?

6. Oh my liver, why do you melt and the embers are burning?
Oh my inner self, why have you not been torn apart?

7. You are far away while this life is the closest thing seen
Within sight of the beloved you are, and hearing

8. His beauty shines through the veil
And appears but with veiled beauty

9. The tinkling of the Khuzāmī spread when it emerges
Delicate, stirring the meadow during the finest time

10. The fluttering of eyelids from sick eyes
Roaming with the crazed, polished sword

11. The swaying of the slender, tall figure which came forth
With a Yemeni rod, teeth bared

12. And the shining light from a bright forehead
Manifest in varieties of adorned beauty

13. My people's wealth impoverished me, and I their poorest
I came to them, not to me or with me

14. Their cheeks say in prattling
“Rise to see the crescent moon risen!”

15. I complained to the feverish meadows of my masters' estrangement
He is the gazelle - it cares not nor understands

16. And I contended with every roaring sea among them
With my tears, and my crying out shook the hillocks

17. I seek death to meet their servants
And confide my soul in yearning for the confider

18. The night grows weary of me from my long sighing
And my suffering makes even boulders weep

19. Alone I suffer their concerns and my misfortune
Not finding a consoler or fellow sufferer

20. My inner self halted on a summit of their land
Healthy, and I say: O sky, do not depart!

21. I restrain my passions, dejected, in bewilderment
And the feverish meadow is accustomed to snarling in bewilderment

22. With my rapture, my anguish, my brokenness, my agony
With the longing of my heart, with grief, pleading

23. With a soul that departed and was absent due to your absence
Say to it: "Oh our soul's servant, return!"