1. I have grieved enough, my tears telling you what I have
While friends have journeyed from my place in Nejd

2. How could I, who was trusted with love
Now talk of things long forgotten

3. I blame them not for their betrayal
Knowing reproach helps not with love

4. So cease your blame, don't blame me
Neither are right in love or reason

5. For longing has become familiar to my heart
And anguish has become mine alone

6. I yearn for Layla, and if her love were lost
I would wander restless to distant India

7. The days watered my tears when rainclouds called
Stirred by a roving thunderclap

8. When lightning flashed, the rainclouds left
Dark skies, no solace from the rain

9. A time we spent joyfully, hours that were
Nothing but the season of flowers

10. Would that days gone by might return
No return for what is past and gone

11. A turtledove sang from the acacia and wild myrtle
Yearning, though far from where the herd had wandered

12. How if she were to see the camp of her beloved
Added to the length of her great estrangement

13. The stumbling roe at the acacia copse
Saying a secret farewell, my tears like scattering pearls

14. Sometimes I see her languishing gaze
Other times I hear her moan and bleat

15. I returned, joined to my anguish and sorrow
The day the lonely one left from Erjae the unique

16. I ask the abode about the time of their return
Though I have no promise of their returning

17. The arrogant hyena still mocks with madness
Swayed by conceit from Qussub's bending branches

18. Time has lengthened between us
Nothing has changed for him or me

19. As if a pact with the One on High
That I should have from them nothing while I live

20. I roused the sorrows of friends with a cure
And stirred the saddled she-camels with conversation

21. I visited the land of the raiders one evening
So the murmur of love returned to guide my heart

22. With grief for days of youth now past
And tears for a life now gone from them in plenty

23. The ruined abode lent me its sickness
And I returned it, for sickness mostly spreads

24. Oh heart, you have become hardened to love
Not called before that hardened

25. If not hardened, after them you'd not have
Remained, not even if made of deaf rock

26. Who came to me distraught after you
I came to love, and who comes distraught after me

27. Who passes the night watering it with copious tears
Flowing down upon that dusty soil

28. And sees the flashing lightning fold itself
Upon ribs in which there remains only passion

29. When the fever of love overcomes him
I see him embrace the ruins of the dwellings aflame

30. Cooling the torment of his agony with ruins
While challenging the fire of passion in that coolness

31. No keen sword that repels assaults is ever
Feared like the Indian straight and narrow

32. When embroiled in the battle, a striker
Passing by the gathering of lions

33. He sees death lying in wait for him
Watching him between sharp edges

34. When my utterances come forth eloquently formed
Into poetry where none can match me

35. Every phrase therein is a string of pearls
Every ode therein contains the thread of pearls