1. Will there be a reunion, will there be concord?
Will life, once bitter, then taste sweet?

2. Will my heart be freed of its endless cares?
They turned from me, busied themselves elsewhere,

3. Once tireless - so why did they grow tired?
They hoped the indifferent would comfort them!

4. Does consolation comfort him who always wounds?
When I cannot be consoled, what use is blame?

5. Take heart, for in love's domain, pride itself is shame,
And my shame witnesses to my abasement.

6. Would that I sought solace in the cup, in music!
Maidens chant melodies in joyful tones,

7. The breath of youth exhales in health and wellness,
Leaves whisper in the gentle dawn breeze,

8. Spring showers green the land, hot winds make it barren,
My soul has open doors - but locked to intimacy.

9. Will the joyous days of my spring there return?
An exile now, no neighbor, friend or kin,

10. My friends are only in Baghdad - none but you -
When rain clouds gathered thick, my tears watered your vines,

11. My torment in your love is sweet; to die for you, my wish -
These flowing tears reveal the longing in my soul:

12. Accept them! The debt between us is dissolved.
Save me from the absence that kills - just one meeting, I implore!

13. Speak to my heart, turn towards it if you will!
Good men weep when good kings lose their thrones,

14. Where is the generous heart, the giving hand?
The horizon has darkened. No sun, no shadow.

15. The light of faith has faded, our world gone black,
Bounty and goodness vanished; evil and miserliness risen,

16. As noble souls fall, baseness is exalted,
What good are the learned whose knowledge is not spent?

17. The serious man goes hungry unless fools are well-fed!
Since the virtuous departed this life, discord is unending,

18. Religion itself is threatened while unbelief ascends
My lightened days weigh heavy on my soul

19. While sorrow's burdens settle without end.
You, whom I aided, have abandoned me and turned away,

20. While my foes draw near to offer praise -
Those held most precious have let our love grow cold and languid

21. Of what use is partial sight to the blind?
Had the just king not come, they would have neither bound nor loosed.

22. When the noble vine withers, the base vine grows lush.
When the origin vanishes, the branch appears,

23. As if the part could replace the whole.
If the lion of the forest leaves, still the cubs remain

24. No lesser light can match the faith's illumination.
I trust in God when all my paths are closed,

25. I cling to God's rope for it is my rope!