1. A lightning flashed, unveiled the wings of darkness sparkling,
Illuminating for it the verdant and the drenched.

2. It flows striking its flint, the fire of passion,
And stays overnight, igniting it - the fervent heart.

3. It tells, as they claimed, the mouth of my tormentors:
Alas! Where is its acceptance and speech?

4. Thus it sheaths in my heart its sword,
So I suppress my insides upon it and shut.

5. And a dove, hitting her chest, grieving for her loved one,
Until her tears almost stream down her neck.

6. She stayed up missing her beloved mate,
So she moans in the night, distressed and restless.

7. Stop your yearning for the one you cry over,
For I will seek a heart for him that ruptures.

8. And a lover of gestures like lines,
Which the Zephyr of youth played with, or drew.

9. A gazelle purified the water of bliss with his cheek,
Until grace almost drips from it.

10. Due to his beauty, charm, and rejection,
A fruit ripened, and from some adornment it reddened.

11. The robe concealed his waist’s lack,
Thus its belts with that became eloquent.

12. The two angels take refuge from his glances,
And the loving one fears so she cares and sympathizes.

13. If he touched the heel of his slipper, the deaf rocks
Would become gentle with the plants and leaf.

14. O you who hated life after his loss,
I had been, from this separation, torn apart.

15. Your life deprived me, O breather of Mecca,
And your homeland was quenched by pouring rain.

16. My eyes after you, my master, have not seen
Beauty shining, or beauty to yearn for.

17. A flock of ostriches passes me, so I close
My sore eyelids, and shut them tight.

18. I have nothing left but a heart I passionately love,
Which has perished, and endless separation destroyed.

19. I used to be, before the estrangement and ill fate,
Like hearts set ablaze from your rejection.

20. Now, no more sorrow remains, no longer
Passions from my heart, or heartbeat.

21. I cry during our nights of union in seclusion,
Until I almost drown in my tears’ abundance.

22. And I sip the water of tears from remembering it,
And I am quenched with pure water and thrive.

23. Endless distance and distressing longing,
And youth that grows and patience that crumbles.

24. Loss preceded my death - if only
It preceded separation, for it is more wrenching.