1. My eyes find pleasure in seeing the meadows and homes
Even if they renewed at me a wound and memories

2. Meadows and homelands in which are its people
I reached fragrances and spent periods

3. And this life constantly in all I see
Of connections and separations among people circles

4. I justify my hopes in what I recently
Saw in it the face of life most radiant

5. And I would not have, were it not for the separation and the separation insisting
Stay up a star that does not set and gossip

6. A right by those who were jealous and I accused sorcerers
Of impatience and the star of the right has not hidden

7. When the one I love appeared and my tears did not flow
From separation deceitfully, I have become a traitor

8. And in their love I wasted the freshness of my youth
Why am I not taken care of after what became ruins

9. And the flowers of my white hair in the branches of their youth
Carried for us from the pain of estrangement fruits

10. And when the flowers bloomed in the garden beautifully
And I saw from the twinkle of smiles lights

11. I took off my excuse in love and the passionate one
Who did not dress up excuses in love

12. And I lacked supporters the day of Suwaiqah
And who faces separation and finds supporters

13. And whoever lived in life for a while tasting
The fruits of life sometimes sweet and sometimes bitter

14. And when we recalled the goodness of life
And described the pleasure of reunion in which we found no disgrace

15. I was disturbed until the memory seemed an intoxication
As if I was drinking wine from a pot

16. By Allah, I do not know if I drank wine
Or if the saliva of passion was enough

17. Our neighbors have become the conversations of our reunion
To the people of passion after separation like evening conversations

18. And in the neighborhood the visiting one from the belly of the vessel
A gazelle violating the covenants has flowed

19. It risks me until I see for it
Garments that embarrass the spear, very risky

20. Why does he not consider me when passion has eased
The way for others while my ways in it became disabled

21. And I have no equal in his love even if
The men of passion became sights in the battle of love

22. And he became the core of my heart terrified
For everything he faces from them patient

23. They numbered the land with their steps towards me one evening
By Allah how much they gifted eyes moons

24. And even if I exceeded the limit of passion
Or my longing for them raved or hid

25. I do not see my passion for them as disgrace
Nor does my fervor detract or my tears shame

26. And when I saw the doe and she was
Carrying fruits to feed the offspring and pots

27. Bending and in those pots are loves
With whom we spent the comfort of life

28. And they walked and the nearby ones were affectionately
Picking a mirage with glances wavy

29. I returned to the eyelids seeking their help
So they shed tears in the dwellings flowing

30. And I confided to the ruins of the houses but what
Benefited when I spoke to dust and stones

31. Why are the promises of the singing girls violated
When my love and secrets have become public

32. And my passion in the darkness increased by a dove
That sang so it ignited in our feelings a fire

33. It aroused the buried longing until it was as if
We saw Laila’s traces in the dwellings

34. When the wind blows from dwellings decorated with her
I imagined the vast space has become fragrant

35. Blowing as if sorceresses have passed
By my house, aromatic and spreading fragrance

36. And a visitor after calmness as if she
Relieved off my shoulder the burden of longing

37. Gorgeous, facing from her features
My eyes have never seen in a glance departure

38. My poetry has become a waqf dedicated to her in its beauty
Distracted, and the best poetry is liberating