1. Your tear drew the picture of platonic love,
It's evidence of what's in the heart of bliss.

2. You stood crying before parting,
As if you knew separation was coming.

3. Your share in the ruins became abundant,
Of tears, farewells, separation, and sickness.

4. The length of standing has no benefit,
For what saddened me from its arduous sorrows.

5. The dwelling of the past is not but worries,
When will you utter a word from its incomprehensible playgrounds?

6. The playgrounds of those departed, recognized by time,
That even their traces faded from imagination.

7. Except the remnants of a covenant,
More hidden in the folds of soil than a tattoo.

8. So the guardian of tears became rich in it,
Flowing copiously, making tattoos needless.

9. The stance of lovers is proof,
Of standing at the abode beyond the crowds defiantly.

10. So some, clearly longing for it, others
With hearts lost, and some with streaming tears.

11. I spent a slow night, folding
Its wings out of my worries.

12. I sought in its wandering sleep some comfort,
And where are eyes attached to a star?

13. I shared with wakefulness its pillow,
Is there a helper against prolonged vigil?

14. I asked you, company of separation and its war,
By the day of parting, but you inclined towards peace.

15. The jealous wanted to be turbulent,
Whenever the secrets of lovers appeared in rule.

16. How can I expect peace from you,
While the arrows of parting have a bloody point?

17. I used to be resolute before love,
But passions take away decisiveness.

18. A smiling one, whose smile
Shamed the lined pearls in decoration.

19. For a beautiful one, the slender grew in love,
So separation from her became my adversary.

20. They quenched the thirsty away from sipping,
Not quenching him from the cold injustice.

21. When I saw the caravan of youths fallen
Smitten at the dwelling, covering their beauty.

22. I cried with copious, flowing tears
Over the torments of separation once immersed in darkness.

23. So my body and the house's shape when alike
Worn out, I asked which was my body?

24. With holes in it, the road’s joints
Like boxwood, breathe into the nose.

25. Its shelter became ragged after time,
Becoming a rough and coarse skin over bones.

26. It became like enclosures over every dune
Of the departed people, firmer than an arrow.

27. They are the ship of land, tossed
Whenever a sea of family sparkled like a wave.

28. On its rugged roads some young men
Close to praise, far from dispraise.

29. Turning away from the caller of the bottle nobly,
With the echo of the muted creak in their consciousness.

30. He has a lineage in generosity, protected,
Repelling worldly life from its maidens.

31. An arena of poetry, in which raced
The steeds of my couplets, tearing apart in pieces.

32. Some poems provoke the builders of verse,
Their meanings surpass my understanding.

33. Gardens of couplets I have dotted its carpets
With rare parallels in the art of dotting.

34. My mind refines them to come out sound,
Cleansed of the shame of defects.

35. If I recite them, hearing shakes the companion,
And releases the heart from the shackles of worries.