1. I yearn for the hill of Jilaaq
With the yearning of the wretched for cups of wine,

2. For many a day has passed with sweet company
In the shade of a garden of lilies.

3. The air is fragrant, imagine
The breath of a lover through sweet lips,

4. The nightingale in the branches repeating
The song of the lutes as the filled cup goes round.

5. The water is silvery bright
Adorned with eyes of narcissi,

6. And in its streams the shadows
Recall lips that kiss.

7. Where youth is fresh in its prime,
And life is coupled with bliss.

8. On the horizon dawn breaks
Like full moons dispelling the dark.

9. In cloaks that flutter in the gentle breeze
Shaking the slender boughs.

10. They glance with eyes whose lids entice,
An illness fed by generous souls.

11. O, the beauty of those wakeful eyes
That kill with the looks of wild gazelles.

12. In minds they leave from their trifling
A confusion that makes wise men folly.