1. He finds solace in seclusion,
Shielded from the scorching blaze.

2. An ailment with no remedy,
A sickness lacking any sage.

3. Naught remains of my longing, save
A tear aiming for the eye.

4. My breath fans the ailing - may
The ailing find comfort thereby!

5. Age withered our life, till it
Was struck by disasters' flood.

6. Our blessed life may yet return Should the rain make the land bud.
The meadows of youth still so green And where passion once burned, now frigid.

7. When his lips intoxicate with wine,
Aged wine, like syrup, so lympid.

8. He tilts the cup of erudition -
The saliva it meets grows rancid.

9. His frame, lips and cheek sublime,
The full moon, a pearl and blade rigid.

10.
His angry glance makes me shake,

11. Like a ruthless sword so lucid.
Alone, bemoaning my passion,

12. He won't acknowledge my bid.
Arise Samer, we shall complain of longing,

13. For you understand love forbid.
The friends are gone, time wears a frown,

14. Its face now wrinkled and rigid.
No boon companion, nor loyal friend,

15. Nor intimate nor beloved.
A heart ransom itself would pay,

16. A body that's all wounds livid.
Some hopes do still attend on me,

17. While longing itself lies rigid.

18. I feel he has forgotten a bond
The melancholic cannot rid.

19. I draw strangers near me, but lo,
Dubious intimacy's forbidden!

20. No slight escapes a lover's heart,
And the heartsick never mis-read.

21. Their hearts are all eyes;
Their bodies entirely hearts spread.

22. He who loves with honor pure
Can almost see what is hidden.

23. One gains things unhoped sometimes,
While the hopeful is forbidden.

24. Whoever the world's sweetness never tasted
May one day be tired by his beloved.

25. No ordeal is without its relief -
This is a truth that can't be undid.

26. Seek no sense in a glance,
For the look itself explains what is hid.

27. His calm smile hides an anger
His ambiguous glance shows forbid.

28. He woos my love with presents, but
Greed is the guardian that lies amid.

29. The free shall never bow in baseness!
No star dust touches one earth-rid.

30. The freeman tastes not life's joy
When his front tooth extraction he did.

31. The freeman may own a smile,
Yet his face shows no dimples amid.

32. Wealth is naught, if not granted by God -
So food takes its place, when wealth is forbid.

33. I swear by the fir, so stoic -
The journey and plain it crossed arid.

34. They carry the nomad's banner,
A shot from the bowstring so rapid.

35. Until they reached home all dusty,
Sin itself now from them slid.

36. Indeed the exalted now lie waste -
The freeman's a stranger amid men forbid!