1. With tears flowing, my eyes were occupied with grief
And memories of past love returned to haunt me

2. Passion revealed what malice I used to hide
And my heart wavered, recalling the days of youth

3. When will the healer be sent? For people have become
Eyes for the outskirts of the city and the hills

4. I will die thirsty or lean until
A helper quenches me with news or nearness of them

5. I pine, like a camel moaning for them, but
Hearts cannot attain what they crave to drink

6. Passion has become an ailment plaguing us
As they made us ill through no fault or sin

7. The glory of youth flowed over them as they enjoyed
The bliss of nights and prosperity from fertility

8. Beauties who do not yearn for the embrace of an admirer
Or disdain the sweet glance of a gentle gazelle