1. My eyelids are kept awake by love for Laila,
And my heart is torn asunder by her.

2. Passion laments for him because of his extreme misfortune,
And the bright star of dusk troubles him with what keeps him awake.

3. And he moans in anguish, and the leaves of his sighing tremble,
And the devout and pure worshipper yearns for him.

4. The moist branches weep tears that pain him
With what worries and disturbs him about Laila.

5. Love chose its meaning and refined it—
No wonder its brilliance is tempting!

6. I loved one who sees no honor in love,
Who, were his passionate desire to die, would not care,

7. And is not concerned by the torments that torture him.
So how can he extinguish the fires that consume him?

8. My beloved is indifferent, he does not requite my love,
Yet in him I placed what he loves to taste.

9. My eyes tricked my heart, and I did not know
What they tricked it with, how much it can endure.

10. Worry besieges the heart and does not leave it,
And sorrow gathers and does not divide it.