1. How did yearning call him to find comfort
After he had become downcast

2. A friend reminded him of the days of his boyhood
When he had the key

3. The days of serving at Abaddah
It was his habit, if he didn’t go early, to go in the evening

4. The heart is obsessed with what has passed
He meets with more and more sorrows

5. How could he not yearn for Ghadah
Who in the darkness is lamp enough

6. Magic of the eye, hers is a picture
On which beauty has lavished its artistry

7. As though snow were lodged between her teeth
Mingling fragrance and apple

8. I concealed what I was going through because of her
Until when she tormented me I gave vent

9. Enough, my friend, to the love that cured me
No well-wisher lacks advice

10. Say to him whom you never saw the like of
In a gathering, in body and mind

11. Give us back the life that used to be
That life was not mere make-believe

12. If I forgot you, which I did not,
I’d pine for you, and sigh

13. In my gown is the body of a haggard youth
A gust of wind would blow him over

14. It was my misfortune that the one I loved in Madinah
Her house perished and she did not perish

15. I solace myself with her, but not out of desire
I do not ogle the stars

16. Yearning for her company is consuming me
But that yearning was no butcher

17. I’ve not forgotten what she and her companions said
As they strung the prayers together

18. Use less perfume, when you visit us
I’m afraid musk, if it spreads, will give us away

19. Do not leave us exposed to enemies
If you are wont to make light of terrors

20. I did not know musk had given us away
The threshold of the house was redolent with perfume

21. Then another woman relented and said to her
Do not forbid what would set things right

22. He needs perfume, being used to it
With which he starts the day, himself and his spirits

23. How many a night whose daybreak
Sundered pleasure that would have gone on and on

24. We were not immoderate, not until
Dawn showed things plainly

25. Apart from marvelous conversation, delighting me,
At which I rejoiced, counting it pure profit