1. To how many I wished blaming,
And the fire of passion flares up flaring,

2. Leave my blame and my torture, for I
With them became youth enthralled,

3. My body showed the flames of my longing's fever,
So I was struck by youthfulness and illness,

4. I intend for the radiant one who cracked my heart,
And how could it be with her, as she has gone far,

5. If the enchanting breeze of Nejd blows,
I see the passions crowded crowding,

6. And if the domes of the mosque appeared,
I melt from the excess of my love's agonies,

7. Oh if only a palmful from Selu's water,
To cure the thirst of my lingering nights,

8. I remembered the radiance of the mounts, the memory
Of its meaning that makes doves mourn,

9. So memory kindled the Innards into flames
And drew the tears of my eyelids streaming,

10. Oh what a heart that wished it
Cut and deafened by arrows,

11. I remembered the plains' pact, a memory
Whose sorrows death scattered from me,

12. So I spent the night, my worries and grief,
Were my rags for the sorrow blameful and blaming,

13. The ruling of fate ruled my humiliation a must,
So it compensated me for glory with crushing,

14. If only the beloved ordained my nearness,
I would've gained steps that glorified my position,

15. I will cry over an abode that parted from me,
And head towards its square greeting peace