1. How often you rave, how often you become confused,
How often you wander and become disturbed,

2. Whenever I say "good morning",
That game intensifies,

3. Whenever I say "it went well",
That flame flares up,

4. O my heart, your persistence in love is strange,
Does my beauty’s aloofness really have a reason?

5. Except that I’m tired of love for her,
And by her I’m exhausted,

6. Remembering when she forgets,
Doing what I must do,

7. My charm is beauty, grace and etiquette,
Has she realized who she's carried

8. Among the excellent nobility?
Has she realized Abbas’s status

9. Among those who rode (with him)?
She hasn't been touched by it,

10. No attachment in her path,
Rather, she returned and took pleasure

11. In the desolate ruins,
Has she seen their faces

12. In her shooting stars?
She is wakeful in her abode

13. Watching and waiting,
Have you seen those who left

14. In caravans, they haven't left?
You didn't miss their riding

15. In the morning when they rode,
The Hejaz is their direction,

16. Religious duties and kinship ties,
The Prophet seeks them

17. And the lover comes closer,
Yearning pulls them

18. And longing attracts them,
Majesty comforts them,

19. Carpentry and reputation,
Give me the good news, tell me,

20. Have they come closer?
What are the Arabs repeating

21. In their lands?
Because of their voice, gold poured

22. In their dwellings,
And the clouds garlanded them

23. From its sky,
So the poor man came to him

24. In his meager home,
And the plains reached it

25. After the absence of vegetation,
Come on, give me the good news, tell me briefly,

26. If you say more, you are generous,
Descended from the generous,

27. Or if you refrain, our appointment
Will unfold difficulties,

28. And poetry will frolic in it,
The poems will be preserved

29. In their books’ chests.