1. Leave me be, for I'm content with my sorrow
Do not make me bow my head, you cannot make my head bow

2. I care not for the son of al-Hadhri, who vilifies me
My wakefulness guards me, the sweetness of my slumber

3. Alas! Shall I wear the garb of obsession when
I have cast off the garb of obsession

4. Why would I choose the foulest of the foul, rather
I would not accept any filth from filths

5. Does he think he sewed while he did not sew his tear
That which was torn by the cloth of love and intimacy

6. When the dove came among its clothes
With lines like the lines of the embroideress's awl

7. It cast off its shirt and said to itself
This ink for that tattoo

8. If its measurement circulated with camphor
Then I am the one whose measurement circulated with musk

9. And it began to bend its arrow until when
It emptied it, it patched its hole

10. Flowing in its motions, outstretched in its course
Panting from above it, breaths racing

11. The spirits vie in passionate zeal for it
In their firmness, they are of the spirits

12. And the people are engaged in freeing between them, so say
How easy is freeing between people!

13. Stuck together, this one did not save that one, even if
They stretched it with a saw or an axe

14. Until when the hardness of its cloth returned
Soft and supple, for the harsh may soften

15. It emptied it like a pregnant woman after nine months
But it was pregnant with something other than childbirth