1. I left praising the worlds, and took pleasure in
Praising the best of creation with firm handle

2. I will make it my cave, my fortress and my refuge
Perhaps through praise I may deserve emancipation

3. And chant it in every club repeating
I shed my leaves in yearning and my branches in ecstasy

4. And breathe in spirits from the direction of Yathrib
Sending me a breeze and leaving me a fragrance

5. A settlement for one who became a refuge and asylum
And soil for one who attained precedence in glory

6. For the price of our imaginations' soil
Is our remoteness, while passion overwhelms us with longing

7. Whenever lightning flashes from the direction of Taybah
We almost embrace the lightning bolt out of passion

8. So some hearts flap their wings out of ardor
And some livers' pulsations are cut off in fervor

9. Our bodies in the West embrace sorrow
While our spirits went to the East in longing

10. My life is severed by reminiscence and sorrow
Without serene living or tears that flow

11. If distances have cut me off from reaching his grave
With arrows that pierce me with his arrows' perforations

12. I have nothing around me but tears and sorrow
Hopefully the foremost will follow me closely