1. Are there still traces of people in the abodes after they left?
Yes, there are landmarks that are of no use, and ruins

2. If you stand among them, what befell them makes you cry
And the sign of longing is that the house cries for you

3. Abodes that were once a refuge for a singing girl
My tears are upon them, even if copious flowing is not found

4. I came upon them when their caravan had departed
Nothing remains of the Separation except tales and news

5. After the days used to bestow upon me in their nearness
For a period of time, and union has its phases

6. I cry as remoteness has distanced them from their encampments
A home to playfulness while fate is treacherous

7. And when patience fails me, there are in tears
Helpers and supporters to youth

8. Where are the loved ones who once frolicked in these abodes
Suns and moons emitting light?

9. They were hidden from me by my tears after their separation
And in the increase of platonic love there are excuses

10. O companion in my longing! I have a secret I confide
None but you, for lovers have their mysteries

11. A longing that has intensified, to the point I have no patience
And a fire of passion, next to which fire is mere sparks

12. And eyes that have not tasted sleep or rest since they left
Woe to me! Without them, I have perils and tribulations

13. I am tired of its darkness after they left
And the gossip of intruders tires me out in it

14. The heart’s eyes sleep from the sadness
While my wakeful eyes persist on vigil

15. Alas! Tell me about Nu'man, where did its inhabitants go?
Talk of passion revives memories aflame

16. You told me what mentioning them rekindled
I repeat it though yearning and longing breed recollection

17. How much, when we remember them, their memory burns!
As if, in the ruins, their memory left impressions

18. How often did I pause in desolation that split
My heart as the loved ones strode away or migrated

19. Addressing 'Aras, how often it echoed with them and so
Fate oscillates between ascendance and decline

20. They deserted the place, so they substituted it
And left, yet in my heart they have special prestige

21. Is it then a wonder if I weep over their dwellings
After those I bade farewell occupy this place no more?

22. And an ordeal that tossed me into terrifying wastelands
To those I treasure, their keen loss pierces my soul

23. Pondering in the gloom of desolate hills, wandering
Distracted, restless, driven to and fro

24. I urge my camel on though longing above its ridge
Urges me - in both cases it shows great patience

25. Not like pure wine whose jars
The tavern keeper has decanted from the cask

26. Diffusing fragrance, its bottle gyrating
As if anointed by the royal perfumer's art

27. It is passed around by a pleasant and cheerful drinker you’d think
Was the full moon, with hips girdled and bells ornamented

28. One day entrancing minds, while he charmed
The watcher's eye captivated by his magic

29. Nor like musical female companions, now adorned
Who from their company make rivers and flowers pour for you

30. Branches waving in them from the orchards they own
While birds warble for you in their open spaces

31. One day excelling in well-ordered verse inspired
Leaving people after him beholden in poetry

32. Soothing your hearing with a refined, well-chosen, eloquent phrase
Carefully selected while the prime and outstanding shines