1. He twinkled his lightning in the darkness as a flirt,
Bringing sorrows and sighs as gifts to your heart,

2. After making you joyful, he changed you,
With nearness, comfort and joy accompany each other,

3. You are not the first one whose mind was corrupted by love,
The essence of passion and the confidant of ecstasy jest,

4. Taste the bitter cup that you found sweet out of ignorance,
So when it was too late you found it bitter and harsh,

5. This is your remedy, though you answered his call,
When he called you, you did not follow advice,

6. Out of infatuation, you rode the sea of wishes blindly,
And the arrogant always stumble and fall,

7. Until what you cannot stop wishing returned you
To blame the beloved flirtatiously,

8. You wander at dawn, discomforted,
The garden's breeze greeting you coolly at daybreak,

9. You show contentment when you smell its fragrance,
As if it has relieved all your troubles,

10. The clouds were not stingy with their tears one day,
Rain poured heavier than my tears on the meadows,

11. The downpour filled the valleys abundantly,
Spreading moisture in the land after wandering,

12. Reviving plants that the clouds had diminished for a while,
As if the drops restored life into them,

13. With tears more abundant than mine, over pastures
Where the clouds had wailed their melodies,

14. You rush if the darkness of night spreads
Its robes of deep darkness like crocodiles,

15. And if the flash of lightning rouses me,
Appearing like an unsheathed sword or gleaming,

16. It sways erect between the clouds’ bracelets,
More beautiful and brighter than torches,

17. I perceive its fragrance and tears pour out ardently,
For the longing, tears always reveal,

18. The streams' murmur awakens my passion when pausing,
With yearning, moaning from the branches,

19. So the flames of ardent love bend me,
My streaming tears feeding the fires of passion,

20. I cry but do not know whether from sorrow or craze,
The doves cooed to the maidens or lamented,

21. And ecstasy exposes my love when the scent of flowers wafts,
If the fragrance of perfume spreads or airs,

22. Its sweet aroma tells the story of Salma's necklaces,
When I had access to the fragrance of union,

23. I would walk to her with a twinkling eye, smiling,
And incline, pleased, from the stimulation of the lips,

24. If I lost my way, the lightening of her smile guided me,
As if I gained illumination from a lamp,

25. As if from joy, I gained perfect happiness,
As if I drank many toasts of the wine of tranquility,

26. After that, I suffered the misery of distance,
While fate persisted in denial and prevention,

27. O dwellings! The paths to them twisted for the noble,
Frightening gazelles in the wilderness, terrified and whistling,

28. Severing their necks by tyranny, to a place
Where the ghosts of the slain return,

29. The imprisonment of eyes made them reveal their secret,
Walking with short steps, stumbling in cover,

30. Greetings to you from me, whose pouring tears
Have become shedders of blood, harming you,

31. What do you see after its downpour has quenched you,
With the rain of generosity, soaked and flooded?

32. My covenant with your beauty, its freshness restores me,
A blossoming meadow spreading fragrance,

33. So how did the turns of fate change it?
And how did the garden of joy become desolate?

34. And how did it become so miserable that I came to ask it,
But it did not answer, however much I implored?

35. No blame to the skin that shows what it suffers
From separation, if it moans or cries,

36. O you who criticize poetry! You hit its necklaces,
Clarifying words that were puzzling,

37. Take them safely to yourself, strengthened,
To return the sea of eloquence strongly gushing,

38. Poems that silence the most eloquent, scattered,
Whether he is grave or panegyrizing,

39. Their composer shames the most hostile mouths,
And others like Jarwal and Jarir and al-Tirmidhi,

40. If he composes amorously, the leaves shyly withdraw,
And if he denies, the horizons brim with spears.