1. I protected it with the sent ones my tears
And I veiled it with the winding ones my ribs

2. And I knew what was cast by the sorcerer of her glance
And I was ignorant of what was cast of my torment

3. And I narrated about the softness of the shelters, supported
I made it in the meeting my intercessor

4. So when does time assist me and what has passed
Alas, it did not allow us to return

5. O my companion, stand in Sal‘ and ask
About its sun, did it announce the dawn

6. And seek testimony from the embers of sadness and its waters
About the coolness of Salwa and the heat of my ribs

7. And entreat the hermitage of yearning and its gazelles
For the gloomy arid land and the interior of the anguished

8. And entreat in the reproach of one who, if she would console
The abandoned would not be consoled with frightening

9. I bid her farewell while patience deserted my interior
What would console me from the farewell

10. And I found after the chill of her frigid union
The heat of weaning upon the heart of the infant

11. The guard was preoccupied and seclusion assisted me
In pouring out my passion and disclosing my anxieties

12. So I hugged the stirrups of her ride in the hope that
The softness of my wounded heart would pass it

13. And when the clouds scattered gems
Upon a sublime place set with carnelian

14. I outstripped the gray of its lightning in its horizon
With a heap of tears on the cheeks swift

15. Where the white doves above the slopes of yearning
Captivate you with the trilling and chanting

16. They sing so its melody renders eloquent what
The reeds made ambiguous with the reverberating and quivering

17. O blamers, desist, I only called out
O mute ones, not hearing

18. Reproach is no loyalty, no, and I am no brute
So I remain from it like a timid wounded one

19. Gently, for the heart is no mold
And gently, for patience is no obedient

20. My day with the beloved is a full year
Summer is my heart and winter my ribs

21. I will not refrain from loving a cheek whose
Softness narrates about the son of Mani‘

22. Passion settled in the middle of a heart her
Glances cut to pieces—have you seen anything settle with cutting to pieces?

23. If her conversations curled upon her cheeks
Like fresh myrtle for the wretched sleeping partner

24. I settled her my wounded heart, so tell me
Was she content with residing in it alongside sobbing?

25. And I desired her like a garden that shows her beauty
However much He willed in abundant farewells

26. And I confided to her my soul without transgression—and has
O garden, you quenched my thirst with the season of spring?