1. Return my heart to me, O maidens of Maryab,
My mind, before I return to my country.

2. I have set out with my family,
Awaiting me, so release my heart.

3. If only I had not visited your tent,
For in passion for you I lost all reason.

4. Deprivation has emaciated me, till my clothes
Hang on me like a pillar with beam.

5. Illness has come to me when I sought
Health, and I trembled before affliction.

6. They say that in your tents there are eyes
That waste away the bodies of men.

7. True, they are eyes, but they were lined
Since their creation with kohl.

8. Spare me those bright eyes, for my heart
Quivers from their deeds and trembling.

9. Like lightning they glance for an instant
Making the bells ring in the livers.