1. Separation clad me in the garments of emaciation, then estrangement,
The clothes of distress in which affection is no more.

2. And the distance of loved ones surrendered me to sorrow -
I die in it, while longing lives on and presence is renewed.

3. Is there a comforter whose warmth quells the fire of passion,
Alas! Alas! Where is the aider?

4. Though intellects quell it, my heart transforms distance into nil -
Without our meeting, how can I behold you?

5. Had what I suffer from remoteness and passion
Been placed on a mountain of solid rock,

6. It would melt, leaving no trace or pact,
And become smooth with no landmarks upon it.

7. Loves of my heart, you departed from my eyes,
Yet each of you dwells still and is seated in my entrails.

8. Loves of my heart, my passion for you grows
And lives on in you enduring and immortal.

9. In me continues longing, and enmity thrives,
A foe gloats over my state, envious and malignant.

10. If an enemy denies my words, your hearts
Are evidence and witness to the truth of our invocation.

11. God watered moments passed in your company,
And I laud Him for them through all time.

12. I drank therein the wine of impassioned revelry
From cups of purity whose drafts are quaffed from fountains.

13. So the Merciful did not make your gatherings desolate -
My place would have been honored had you graced its seats.

14. You made it shine with light and sweet-smelling scents
And adorned it with the pearls embedded in you.

15. And He restored for us, by your company,
A union assisted by the best of aiders.