1. Let me be from reproach, O you who spend the night blaming me,
For your blame is not my habit or my way.

2. Alas! A grieving heart cannot hear blame from you,
A heart divided between ideas and passions.

3. My heart is my heart, if it heals me, it's delirious,
My tears are my tears, and my sorrows are my sorrows.

4. I would not, had the loved ones not gone far away,
Shed tears over the remains of homes and dwellings.

5. The loved ones left those homes, so I distributed them
Among ruins and deserted places.

6. Marad's dwelling of youth obliterated its landmarks
After vitality, from family and neighbors.

7. I would not, had it not been for remoteness and separation,
Ask the ruins about loved ones and inhabitants.

8. Were it not for you, O gazelle of Al-Wasa, I would not
Face the darkness among meadows and sand dunes.

9. Nor would I have left the horses in their harness
Telling the story of distress in the open country and thickets.

10. Saddened by passion and insomnia upon their backs,
Over them are howdahs like couches.

11. I remember them when the separation was drawn out and the ties
Of union were severed in a burning heart.

12. The time grew long, so after a while, the wind blew
Toward me, but I could not recognize it after knowing it before.

13. Separation made no difference between me, them,
And death and remoteness after nearness are the same.

14. Every source of intimacy gave to drink the time of closeness
With a crumpled spout, a reckless, shameless waterskin.

15. I have nothing to do with the wind after the remoteness that blew
The fragrance of pleasures and delights onto me.

16. It passed by it and dragged its train,
So whatever was in it of garbage and rubbish was purified.

17. I used to entrust it with news about what I love
And with secrets, delivering them to me.

18. An intimacy through which I knew souls that dress me
Against the inclination to grieve or the gazelle of Al-Bān.

19. Time grew long, so after a while, it blew
Toward me, and I could not recognize it after knowing it before.

20. Separation came between me and them,
And death and remoteness after nearness are the same.

21. It gave to drink the time of closeness to every crumpled
Reckless, shameless, wanton waterskin.

22. Blessed moments of blameless enjoyment in which I was happy
With languid eyelids and a charming glance.

23. When it went far away, memory brought it near me
My soul is ransomed for that intimate companion.

24. Life was pure for a while, then absence
Troubled it for a lover whose patience failed.

25. When remoteness went on for too long and the ties
Of union were severed in a burning heart.

26. He would get drunk on a draft of it that had a fragrance
And coffee amid flutes and lutes.

27. Can morning awaken a youth who spends his nights
Drunk with lovers whose passion makes them drunk?

28. Deprived of sleep, separation shed his tears
As if two eyes were overflowing from his eyes.

29. He weeps when the warbler sings at dawn from passion
On the branches of the trees before morning.

30. It excites, with its weeping, burning passions
In the heart of one madly in love with the loving one.