1. Who will bring me back the days of old, days
Long vanished, whose trace survives in pilgrimages?

2. Were youth but ransomed for gold, still would I ransom
My days of pleasure and play in wantonness and fun.

3. To God resignation and days that gladden
With union assured, unbound by taboo or ban.

4. The neck shows printed lines while the tears yet run
And the face is a full moon or a branch of sanobar.

5. You gaze with languid orbs, weakly winking drowsily,
My soul for ransom to languid orbs drowsy and weak!

6. Leave off, O Hudaim! Since I left her neighborhood
I have not lived a single day glad and cheerfully.

7. O Saad, and does this night too fail to witness
My misery before the first light of dawn?

8. O you that blame me, cease! For love's steed
Is swifter than those who would lame him by rebukes.