1. Oh Uqula, I yearned for you, longing
From within my ribs,

2. You increased my life with love,
And I inclined towards passion.

3. I began reciting the outpouring of my core
As much as I was able,

4. Crying and crying as a visitor
Who spent the night distantly sleeping.

5. Until the dawn cracked open
And I arose with tearful eyes.

6. It was as though imagination knocked
On my misery after waking.

7. Woe to me for a youth that passed,
The east lit up with whimpering,

8. Grieving over a time now gone,
With no hope of return.

9. Days when I don't hold back the rein of disdain
From my cheek's candles.

10. And I remain playfully content
Wandering between the homes.

11. From this is my source at dawn
And from this my inclination.