1. The steed galloped away
The plains of India appeared

2. Blown by the breeze of morning
From the sweet rivers of India

3. So it hurried
Seeking the land of Najd

4. As if it had
As much passion as I have

5. My love for it grew
If love can be contagious

6. Plump cheeks mocking
The cheek of the ostrich

7. Quenching its thirst
With every sweet sip

8. My loved ones, you have broken
Those pacts after me

9. I never thought you
Would forget my right and love

10. You wasted it frivolously
After intent, like my pact

11. I alone shouldered the burden of love
Without comrades or help

12. I did not give up what you promised
From the old days and my fervor

13. You built, so tears became
After separation, my daily wine

14. Scattered, pouring like
A broken pearl necklace

15. To the point my cheeks
Were scratched by the flow of tears

16. You tortured one who cannot see
Your torment from afar

17. I accept what you find satisfactory
Other than loyalty and affection

18. And a critic exposed to me
His malice and hatred

19. You see him become infatuated
With loved ones, and he is my enemy

20. I fear he becomes
My match or returns as my equal

21. Why should I care for separation's
Crooked ways to fold upon me

22. It renewed the flow of my tears
For their distance, as usual

23. What beauty dares approach
The meadows during a storm

24. Where lightning flashes, and
Swords Indian like

25. The morning breeze drives it
Through a darkened plain

26. Spreading its carpets on
The ridge of the meadow and valley

27. More copious than my tears that have
Dried up the essence of my being

28. O shepherdess of the barren spot
On that lone hill

29. O beautiful beloveds
Does my call avail

30. Do you know what I reap
Of withering, destructive passion

31. I lost composure when
The mixture dispersed, and my reason strayed

32. I resigned when they justified
Their abandonment with a promise

33. O neighbors, they travelled
Their flock guarded by lions

34. Lions wearing the garb
Of solid interlinked mail

35. I protected them with weapons
Polished and sharp

36. And each brave lion
With the sharpest fangs

37. Followed by its cubs
On thoroughbred steeds

38. Among old men riding
On their backs and croups

39. Had it not been for you
I would have met them

40. With my determination and fervor
Bare like a sword

41. A purposeful, shining blade
My youth and sharpness past