1. The dewy morn bid me be pliant when languid,
And I obeyed its call while tears began to pour.

2. I have a friend from Abd Shams to whom I bare
My sorrows; he is the comrade of glory bright.

3. So peace to the love that folds my wings around,
And over passion's fire that seethes within my heart!

4. And woe to him whose eyelid is robbed of sleep
By love songs sung to him and tears that fondle him!

5. And resignation to the one for whom love
From me, O Sa'd, and all the living, is most pure!