1. In what state does he bear it,
While in his feelings the longings flare?

2. Love lies ill on the bed of disdain,
At death's door, waiting for his beloved.

3. In his body, from his sickness a lesson,
Yet with his shirt he remains covered.

4. In the pools of his flowing tears a moral,
If only youth by it were admonished.

5. Never will his fire of passion be extinguished,
Whether his loved ones unite or abandon.

6. Ever increasing it remains,
Whether the blamers censure or excuse.

7. How can any mortal on passion impose,
Or what confronts it can he master?

8. Illness emaciated him, ruin effaced him -
An ailing eyelid, in it magic eyes.

9. If the blamers but saw his radiance,
They would die enamored, unaware.

10. Dazzling of cheek, barely can
A stare in his face’s water remain.

11. From it the sights recoil, astonished,
Yearning, while tears begin to pour.

12. Sorrows have accompanied his love,
As my tears and wakefulness.

13. Neither has joy visited my heart,
Nor has it been approached, save by cares and thought.

14. In my ribs creeps the flame,
As it crept on his soft cheek.

15. Gently, my Master! The lover is to
Your mercy, after God, needy.

16. What do you see in a doting lover
Whom a glance from you doesn’t satisfy?

17. If you don’t meet him with a pleased face,
What in life, and delight, can he savor?

18. For coldness and disdain I see no reason,
Only destiny made it possible.

19. If a sin I unwittingly committed,
Then forgive, for a lover's sin is pardoned.

20. I feared your love would destroy me,
Yet from fate what caution can save?

21. I awoke, and the night had passed,
The lights of morn's face began to spread.

22. Lightning narrated my beloved’s fire,
So my tears, for its sparks, flowed.

23. A brother of beloved nature,
Soft of cheek, sweet of discourse.

24. I said: the darkness is receding,
Yet the night of sorrows remains gathered.

25. My patience - its extent is done,
Since the birds of longing, at dawn, took flight.

26. So my heart perceived what made it sick,
For the free, victory is at hand!

27. I asked the wind about our loved ones -
For it has news of their talk.

28. It had wandered from their abode at dawn,
For the scent of its breeze is fragrance.