1. When will this wounded heart heal, O Saad?
When will this yearning and longing subside?

2. When will the beloved of my soul favor me with his nearness?
For distance has strayed far from his displeasure.

3. I loved him with an old affection, the wage of a young man,
To your greatest righteousness and its means, affection.

4. He tossed in the fire of passion, but it availed him nothing,
My excuse for innocent love is a yoke and no effort.

5. Oh, have mercy on the one who seeks refuge,
And kindness towards a servant who hopes for his master's grace.

6. Will not a hand with gentleness revive him after
The sword's edge has slain his limbs?

7. I have been patient with my beloved's command and prohibition,
While grace and refusal torture me.

8. And I am a gentleman, and Allah knows
That to me, union and separation in love are equal.

9. I am a stranger to the universe; I have nothing
Except love and passion; I have no companion.

10. Al-Dayyaji complains sleeplessly, youthfully ardent,
Hoping that a promise will appear to him from the dark of the unseen.

11. He says, when dawn has tucked up its hem,
"When will this wounded heart heal, O Saad?"