1. It is right for the longing one to be in anguish
And for his eyes after sleep to shed tears

2. The loved ones left the playgrounds of Lal'la
So I deserted Lal'la after the loved ones

3. They departed, so I did not see any new moon after they left
Nor any joy for my eye rising

4. The abode with loved ones is not watered, nor does it pasture
The abode of loved ones after them, nor does it nurture

5. What is it to me to mourn what has vanished
Of it, and I remember a playground or an enclosure

6. I used to beg my tears when the rain was stingy
To stop, then pour forth generously

7. Days when the gazelles were intimate with it
Taking delight in them, and for the wild cows, a pasture

8. O dwelling where time played with its people
And events returned it to desolation and abandonment

9. I did not begrudge shedding my tears there
Profusely when the clouds were in fine drizzle

10. But they are exhausted, and their water depleted
Fearing for the unity of love that it will split

11. And a dove moaned on the branches of Naqaa
When the blossoms of spring were adorned and flourished

12. She moaned atop the highest branches, unable to endure
The branches bearing her, urging her to moan

13. She called to the softly blowing morning breeze and it stayed
Charmed by her nearness, while I stayed fearful

14. I likened her to my tears in lament, except
She moaned while I moaned agitated and anguished

15. And I poured my tears in the dwellings after
The beloved band had withdrawn, bidden farewell

16. As if, with every vestige, I was dealt the blow of parting
To smooth away the tears continually

17. And the wails I tasked my throat to voice
When the companions went far and intended departure

18. I passed them by with howdahs swaying, treading the pebbles
Their trot upon the sands and gravel

19. They went to the watering places, stumbling
In the wilderness, gulping the mirages gleaming

20. They were deluded, the mirage deceiving their eyes
Amidst the daylight that it held a pasture

21. Seeking, when the herds bellow their call
Alas for them from what casts its shadows, a ruin

22. Far-fetched that the watering places will flow sweet
After the bitter herds have descended

23. Or that the tender meadows will return, green
Where they grazed, the fertile soft enclosures

24. Until I see the living beloved who went far
Draw near me, and the chasm of separation mended

25. Shall I be blamed, after the loved ones, that
I let the wails in distress subside?

26. The emaciated beasts pelt me while they are fat
Wandering, recounting my wasting decline

27. The eyes' darkened hue changed after
The climate turned for them diseased and murky

28. I rouse them in the darkness, wandering blindly
Blinking if I smell the sudden lightning flash

29. And if the winds blow the scent of Rayya Zainab
To me, I inhale its lingering fragrance

30. Her breaths heaved, and sweetly scented
My ribs, lovesick, were tightly confined

31. While my passion and its tale were hidden
Warily, secretly, lest it be heard

32. And anguish, severe in nearness or distance
Did not prevent the eyelids from streaming

33. O you who blame me for my love - reproach me
For my fault if you wish, or let be

34. For an obedient heart hastened to answer
Love's call when it called to me

35. Think not the blame in love is due
To the ardour of my smitten heart

36. Small is the blame if it stops a love-sick one
Who knew union and its sweetness, or denies

37. He finds peace if the morning shone or lightning flashed
Or the dove moaned repeating her song