1. If meeting were deserved
Time would not separate us

2. My tears have sufficed to describe
What I suffer from passionate love

3. Do not blame me for love, look
At the traces of separation and estrangement

4. A body dyed with sickness and a heart
Molded by burning and longing

5. The fresh wounds cannot be extinguished
By the tears flooding from my eyes

6. Every shadow with the beloved is feverish
Every rose thus withered from passion

7. May God water the good days of our meeting
And may God make the days of reunion alive

8. Where youth was fresh and blooming
And the shadows of youth shaded the porch

9. And time erased a pure friend
And life bore ripe fruit

10. How many nights have visited me, while my beloved's bracelet
Wandered lost in the horizons

11. And the morning loosened the knot
Of its light frock

12. The breeze blows weakly in the garden
With the withering of tender buds

13. The river's cheek cooled
Like the kisses of loved ones, sweet in taste

14. The cooing of doves in the valley sings
Like the sigh of a suffering lover

15. The full moon abashed the land
And eclipsed all else

16. My eyes brimmed over with tears
And my cheeks blushed from so much joy

17. A discourse that kills worries
And awakens the joys of lovers

18. A talk flowing into every heart
Like rain pouring down

19. Eyes that conquered the beloved's sanctuary
Do not linger in drowsiness

20. I said while my soul recoiled
And my tears raced ahead

21. My sighs stifled my breath
As my soul poured from my depths

22. My master, you have tested your slave
So blame his healer and comforter

23. Do I complain of you or long for you?
For one like me, none can cure like you

24. Should I thank the veil of separation and estrangement
Or the veil of aloofness and distance?

25. My watcher, the slanderers, or the days -
To whom shall I complain, to whom my longing?

26. A glance from you, my master, gives life
With the permission of the Creator

27. In his ruby and garden appeared healing water
Clear as shining pearl

28. Then I gave him a cup of reproach
Sweetened with bitter tears

29. A necklace made with words of reproach
Rivaling the beauty of those with long necks

30. So he softened and became gentle of speech
Murmuring with the best of manners

31. And jealousy prevented me from kissing him
Propriety did not allow an embrace

32. Thus is love, when it is fulfilled
Nothing but agony and burning

33. And if the beloved is no healer
Separation brings no cure for the disease

34. Come quickly, O hand of passion, my dove
For the torment of longing flows on

35. O clouds, remove from my eyes
The promise of my old tears' flood

36. And carry my murderer my gentle greetings
Then inform me of the news of my companions