1. Safe from mishaps and accustomed passion,
Al-Khali slumbers, and I feel no slumber.

2. I answer one who asks how I fare,
Till I am sick of those who visit me.

3. My censurer has reproached me, though she has seen
That the dishevelled is a wanderer or gone.

4. For love of a singing girl who has enthralled my heart,
It has returned to its former ways.

5. Verily I fear my death will be because of love,
For it calls the young man to corruption.

6. You will see me concealing nothing of my desire,
And I forget, for my love, my religion and my kin.

7. The day you went and left, you stole my heart,
Leaving with me a body without a heart.

8. A tender liver is inclined toward you,
And a youthful spirit flows calmly to him.

9. Do not spurn him, O Ubayda, but go straight
To my soul which is yours, my places and my people.