1. I fell in love with the flashing lightnings
That shone over the meadows and glittered

2. Their flashing lights blinked to a sleepless one
After friends, awake through the night, scattered

3. They unsheathed their swords against a barren land
After my first beloved were severed

4. What onlooker, after they left, whose
Eyes, in their time, did not weep?

5. What heart whose loves departed,
Leaving the meadows, did not despair?

6. So desires of souls, after they left,
If they do not return, do not return

7. And my joy, after the companions of meadows
If you wish to join them, then follow

8. I'm not miserable though they traveled away
Whether suddenly gone or intending to leave

9. I bid farewell to the joy of life the day
Their nobility left, bidding adieu

10. By God, how much they left behind
Of burning passions and hearts in anguish

11. And by their ruins, how many tears
Shed, stirred by the mournful turtledoves' song

12. And the lover, when friends went away
From the meadows, life no more enjoyed

13. Disturbed whenever the turtledoves' laments
Called from shaken branch of bent palm tree

14. They cooed when its bows blossomed
Eager for the pouring of gathered rain

15. And I, from a passion and love so intense
Moaned like a bereaved wanderer in grief

16. Each day for me by their traces is
A tear that flows down the sands' expanse

17. And a sigh, after people of Hajar,
That almost splits my ribs apart

18. Then a grief succeeds it - for them I'm distressed -
The wailing of one aggrieved by their loss

19. Oh my agony, after the folk of meadows left!
My bliss, the secret of my soul, said adieu

20. My patience, stop blaming me, for I am
Resolved to not lend my patience an ear

21. Can patience bring back a lover whenever
You turn him back from love? He won't go back!

22. Infatuated with them, if you rebuke
His love for them, he won't come to his senses

23. Lost in the ruins and passion of love
It drives him to question the desolate sands

24. Woe to him! Of what use is it to question
An abode in the wilderness, forlorn?

25. After its people left, it changed
To gloom with the ugly, croaking raven

26. My eyes, after their departure, replaced
Their vigils in the dark night, somber and black

27. After the band left and set out,
The ruins called all who wailed and sobbed

28. I wish an apparition in the gloom would visit
My eyes, as I was accustomed, or visit my bed

29. An invalid, I wish, would come visit me
Yet in the house I see none of my loved ones with me

30. After my neighbors left and went away
From them, and from the joy of my life, I withheld my hopes