1. Have you left? No, but my heart has departed
So who will say "welcome back" when you return?

2. And who will travel in my heart and find hope
Sweet, and see its horizons fearful?

3. And who will braid the hair of night after
Its stars have danced, now that we've parted and celebrated no more?

4. And who will teach the moonlight a song
We used to whisper to it, shy before others?

5. And who will reassure my soul after its loneliness
And dry my tears after they have flooded forth?

6. And who will restore dignity to my patience
After it cracked from my wound and could bear no more?

7. You've not left, but my smile has departed
And all that brought joy to me is gone

8. This is dawn, its springs are dry
Like lips that have never been kissed

9. The sun travels in its expanse, sullen
Fair stars plead for hope

10. Night has come with your voice in its ear
And morning receives your majestic discourse

11. O you who inscribe love in the heart's journey
So magic has an example in its effect

12. I've locked the door of acceptance after you left. Do you
Know the steed of passion has grown restless?

13. That the land you left has donned
The garb of drought and after you become only hills?

14. That my memory has closed
To all but thoughts of you, heeding nothing else?

15. That the taste of my life after you
Has become bitter, and with you was sweet as honey?

16. What called you to distance that has
Made my sad heart host to kinds of sorrow?

17. Don't you know I, my tormentor,
Bore a heart bound in the fetter of kindness?

18. I refused to take on others' concerns. Did you think me
A poet too busy with them to mind himself?

19. My state within a heart I don't own
Has journeyed down roads of worry and changed

20. I say, my soul content with you,
And patience within me has opened its paths:

21. Don't ask about the sadness your hands
Have plucked from the trunk of my smiles in their burdens

22. Don't ask, for I have a Lord I take refuge in
And do not wish for other than Him a substitute

23. How many enviers whose goal is enslaving my talent
Would succeed if the plain could enslave the mountain!

24. O you at whose return comes Spring upon
Her traces, and when you depart, it is despoiled

25. You know the feelings of my heart, so have mercy, and if
You've killed my love, at least be better than a killer!