1. O reproacher of the bending branch, reproacher of the sand dune's illness,
Has any connection reached you after estrangement, with a language that revives my remaining vigor?

2. I was infatuated with your love, and love is delirium,
So the blame is mine, and there is no blame upon you,

3. And I disobeyed the caller of passion,
So today I fell willingly into your hands,

4. Whenever I let go of your rebelliousness,
The love spell pulled me back to you,

5. And when my heart roamed and stood still,
Around your song, it did not move on,

6. And dwelled devotedly upon calling out your love,
So its shelter became exposed.

7. You, O you of charm and wonderful beauty,
Cause me to live when you hear me.

8. You turned away from me when I was your lover,
So the place I lay in lamented after you left.

9. You have reached the end of grace interceding,
And without wrong, it appears to sever it.

10. Verily, he who tended my heart with estrangement,
Burdened the heart with what it could not endure

11. Oh! From one with strength I was weakened,
By passion, if only passion was not created!

12. I have become, due to love of you, one with an afflicted eyelid,
My burning chest, my tears flooding,

13. The pencil of one with a wounded heart,
Does it avoid every flashing lightning?

14. I do not meet, like Qais ibn Dharih,
What I meet, and Qais Al-Aamiri.

15. No, not even like Orwah in what has passed,
Some of what I faced in love, I faced.

16. If only the religion of love was not created when it was created,
Its pledge would not have been tied around my neck.

17. My soul in the morning became like scattered pearls,
Since the body withered away in its weakness.

18. And I became in my person an example,
Manifest to people in its form.

19. Whoever saw me, my phantom imagined,
And doubt in his vigilance overcame him.

20. The ants left a trace, despite the smoothness of propriety,
It left its eyelid from my vigor.

21. I am not regretful of what was ruined,
But rather I thank it for what remained.

22. The Merciful created my body and emaciation,
My sight and tears, my heart and distress,

23. My eyelid and sleeplessness, my soul and moaning,
My ribs and yearning, the ardour of my heart and its flames.

24. Seven in seven were paired,
Verily this is the wondrous creation!

25. And in harmony occurred what was different,
Its nature consistent in this arrangement.

26. God suffice me and enough!
Of the agitation that stirred my burning.

27. So serve me a cup and take a cup for yourself,
For the sweetness of life is for us to share.

28. And if you are stingy with it from your lip,
Then serve it to me and take the first for yourself.

29. Or just reckon it a wine from your gaze,
Which removed my devotion and made it a revelry.

30. And I take advantage of your prime before old age,
If the prime of life was not already prime.

31. Or we meet, for we may not meet again.