1. Oh, if only my heart would reciprocate,
Or if only my love would make him return.

2. My heart is weary, but passion does not tire.
Oh, my deep infatuation with one who does not respond!

3. My heart and my imagination have taken away my peace.
My soul burns, and my eyes set.

4. None have seen the like of me among the likes of them both.
This one makes me sick, and that one tells lies.

5. They have burdened me with failed work,
Yet the Worker of God is He who does not fail.

6. Woe to me! I have no escape
From love of Salma and her misleading passion.

7. I see that Salma has become a neighbor to us—
O son of Suhayl, between yearning and affection!

8. Like the full moon in the eye when unveiled,
And in adornment like the adorned litter.

9. Will you return to us, in a session
Among wine and the plucking of strings?

10. Blessed was that in its remoteness,
And blessed was our night at the sand-hill.