1. I answered though love had called, so listen,
In the evening, the doves cooed to me, so return,

2. And I said, though I have tears flowing down, so be consoled,
They flow, and patience has weakened, so be shaken,

3. Oh! Is there no return to the land of Al-Jazirah,
Where I may rest my breath and calm my bed,

4. And walk in its valley when the dew has wet
The mantles of those hills, then clear up,

5. I would flirt with a gazelle, a tradition,
Whose youth the clouds uncover with pieces of rain,

6. And the rain pearls in every mound have unpacked,
A breeze walked among them, so intertwined,

7. And the dripping of the hanging pearls kept striking a pasture,
Flowing in its valley, and the thickets overflowed,

8. And where is the house of a beloved of mine,
And isn’t Al-Mustafa there enough for you as a square,

9. You left me with an eyelid worn out by insomnia,
And a side cracked from turning - no longer fitting for a bed,

10. I toss my eyes about the sky, hoping
To smell a flash of lightning there, looking,