1. What has the rope of union become but shreds
And adherence to estrangement is now binding

2. O my loved ones, if you do not keep
That pact, then who will hold the reins

3. It is not a trait I see in you
The heart settled to pull them and stood up

4. We did not expect this of you, but these
Are the ways of time that darkens the generous

5. No, we never hoped from you for the ties of union to fray
And shame on their breaking

6. Where are my days at Kadhimiyyah
Whose tears flowed profusely in harmony

7. And a time I spent feverishly
I wish it had lasted forever

8. A time that if returned is now hated
The estrangement of estrangement is cold and peace

9. Blessed is the wind that carries
The fragrance of musk and breaths of youth

10. Whenever a breeze passes by
I make it say something to my loved ones

11. Why did they forbid sleep when
Were it not for separation, it would not be forbidden

12. And it is permitted for them to prevent
My eyes from sleeping to please them

13. Who can help a heart that whenever
Its fire dies down, the wind of meadows rekindles it

14. And the passion of longing from the people of fever
The breeze provokes me to passion

15. A meadow, were it not for the curves
We would not have cleaved it nor sailed the sand dunes

16. And gardens I wept in their spaces
I watered it with flowing tears

17. Whenever a late afternoon breeze passed over it
It awakened there a fawn and sand grouse

18. Eyes slept in it to the light
And longing prevents my eyes from sleep

19. So when the warbling of leaves sings on its branches
My flowing tears become continuous

20. Oh my people, the ache has increased
My illness from it, and I did not attain my wish

21. The meadow's lightning flashed for me
As it smiles in the darkness of night

22. I left it when it appeared dangling
From the flask's neck, quivering blades

23. Or it became, from my agony
Its fire scorching flames and embers

24. I wish I knew, though wishes are lost
Will I see the meadow and those tents

25. An abode that delighted my eyes in its view
And beauty, climate, and place to stay

26. Where Zainab did not hear of us
Any blame from the slander of the critic

27. We did not find for the nights a protector
And for the days of fever in time a supporter

28. That is a time I will make fly with what
Would shame pearls in order and arrangement

29. Whenever my poetry is sung by a chanter
In melody, he taught lamenting to doves

30. With an ode that whenever recited
I make it overflow with musk from the seal

31. All the poetry of the world is in mourning
And it has become for poetry the imam