1. In love, I have tended my saplings,
And in it, separation has confused my senses.

2. O you whose smoothness surpasses a goblet's daughter!
I swear by your tall, straight figure,

3. And the roses of your cheek, and the languishing gazelles,
And your brow, possessing beauty and splendor,

4. And your love - when the yearning complain of it -
And your glances that hunt with them the glances,

5. And your enchanting beauty, lords of prohibition,
You are nothing but temptation for people.

6. Leave off blaming me, O censurers, for my passion,
And the youths' ardour melts me with its love.

7. O you whose harshness strikes my eyelids,
I complain to you of my youth, so answer me!

8. Die in love, extinguished of breath.
I am a lover whom desire has perfected its craft,

9. And I have become a slave of the beloved and his fidelity.
Do you forbid me, O lord of the kingdom and its prince,

10. And say: "Do you not know that
it is agony to love the sons of kings?"

11. How can I be saved from love's harm and its pain?
Who will guide me to the beloved and joining him?

12. Do you not see me estranged from my family and people
For the one I was content to be estranged for?

13. So that he might be gentle with me, my tough heart.
My heart is torn and shattered,

14. And love is not dealing with me kindly.
O my migrator! And in separation is my demise.

15. Be earnest in union, for long have I suffered my fragmentation,
And the separation from my homelands and people.