1. Do you see my lovesick heart in torment,
And that breast echoing in anguish?

2. Alas, all cures are in vain after you,
I have a malady, and all water is bitter.

3. Morning and evening I despair of healing,
While the healer and medicines are useless.

4. Since you left, my days have darkened with sorrow,
So my nights stretch long in insomnia.

5. I dwell in the dunes, taking my fill
Of water there, where the lost are guided.

6. If you are absent from the abode of eternity, still
Among the youthful you make your dwelling.

7. Truly my thirst for the truth will never cease,
Even if passion attains its goal in union.

8. Still I pour passion into verse and into sadness,
Yearning for you - and I will not stop.

9. My soaring hopes but increase my torment,
For heavy burdens weigh upon me.

10. The vastness of space presses in on me,
Though you have gifted me with talent.

11. If I live on, no delight will converse with me -
Far from it! My passion knows no languor.

12. I have vanished from men's sight, so I am
A fantasy in their minds, a mere wraith.

13. O dwellers in the holy land, greetings
From one enamored of your ruins there.

14. Return to your home, beyond which the water
Of life from eyelids flows bitter.

15. By God, that life was bitter, so never
Since you left has our state or wealth been sweet.