1. Between the battalions and the dunes a tumult
That shakes a steadfast heart filled with worries

2. The melodies of the secrets of states moan in it
With the styles of passion from their clay a tune

3. Thus the joy is high and the sadness descends
And the embers are flaming and the sea pounding

4. I say and the night in the darkness of its shroud
O night, be long, for my heart is filled with concerns

5. My patience is great, beautiful, steadfast, sturdy
And in love what my feet have slipped in

6. O night, you claim that I have now attained a passion
That I revive and perish in every instant

7. Ask the beloved whose separation I cry for
How much of my blood circulated in the beloved's parts

8. I sent my soul to the corners of their abode
It comes in the evening and leaves in the morning and the corners receive it

9. Be gentle with yourself and stay as long as you wish, enjoy yourself o night
The fire of the friend in it, o night, rages

10. You wish for sleep from me, from you, how strange
That eyes with endless tears would sleep

11. I am a man whose snarls frighten the days
And the night from him to the dawn of morning is defeated

12. If old age has touched my eyelids in passion
As you claimed, my determination has not been weakened

13. Nor have I followed my ancestors in their glories
Neither does stone or sanctuary boast of my inheritance

14. Nor have my hands been generous to the owners of hearts
Nor have my feet been far-reaching to the most high chest

15. I am the son of a people who when a daring woman says
Who are the best people of earth, it is said they are

16. I am the chained one from Fatima's offspring
The daughter of the Prophet to whom all generosity is attributed

17. My representation of the Messenger of God is established
By it the pillars of the knowledge of God knew

18. I inherited a Shaykh in Iraq's Baṭḥāʾ[^1] for him
The pulpits of state, proof and knowledge

19. Turn your dark night tongue and take off
From yourself the mask, for my resolve is most determined

20. I and you are for longing and murmuring
On two paths in the two matters we differ

21. And the fervor of love in my heart and its abode
And it is a division I am content with as my division

22. I have a share in my being fermented
And all the yields, by my life, are a division