1. I yearn for those meadows and dwellings
With the same greenness and gentle residents

2. And I sigh for the cooing of doves in the morning
Singing on a dawh branch laid for them

3. It has melodies in the evening that have toyed
With every whimsical and fanciful heart

4. We both have bodies growing pale in separation
Hostage and an eye in love very sleepless

5. It reminds me of days when wishes were attained
Lightly while the glance of fortune is not slumbering

6. In a garden spraying and trysting
Where life is blissful with comfort and freshness

7. Oh Son of Nu'man, true to his pacts
And oh absent one we have not seen but in visions

8. By your father, oh son of the most generous, revive
The song of the lovelorn and the tale of the passionate

9. By your life, is there any kindness or return
To our past life and those hunting grounds

10. And nice talk of purity as though it were
Flowers glistening in the early dawn and twilight

11. And a day on the hilltop and another
On the bank of the graceful flowing valley

12. Hunting the company of youth - ah, the days of youth
And greeting life by tracking those hunts

13. If fate should allow the like of them
Then I'll not deny what it gives liberally