1. The good builder and the ancient,
And that eye and that cheek,

2. And that waist and that behind,
And that chest and that breast.

3. And those eyebrows and lids,
And her curly hair,

4. And her smile with what's in it -
Where is the wine and the roses?

5. Where is the cup for me
To drink and relax and recline?

6. Where is the sun and the moon?
Where is the bird and the melody?

7. I praised you and how much, how many
A poet you brought to ruin.

8. I praised you and was excessive in your coquetry
And people, how they loved!

9. I praised your beauty and love –
Killing yet boundless.

10. I praised your beauty to become
Infatuated and never sober.

11. I praised your beauty and love
In it the honey and the meadowsweet.

12. So jest before it jest
And jest after it earnestness.

13. And after before intimacy
And intimacy after distance.

14. So I became with you burdened,
Little patient, oh wild goat.

15. And your passion has made me sick -
Your infatuation and blocking.

16. And your soul's fervor scorched
And no comfort from the trousseau.

17. So Khola didn't preoccupy you
Nor Hind nor Da'd.

18. And your share of her love is sorrow,
Consolation and weariness.

19. So no gentleness or compassion,
No covenant or promise.

20. Won't she have mercy on the madman
Or is it still too soon?

21. May God be with you if the morning breeze blew
Or the thunder rumbled,

22. And I called with my soul “You
Are Layla and Najd to me!”

23. And I wept for the daughter of Dowh,
With my complaints and what appears,

24. And I sat perturbed
In soul amid the darkness and effort –

25. As if you were the heart of that dome
When the roses have departed.

26. So is your blame in your love
Except for that bastard?

27. So abandon despair for every
Ebb has after it a flow.

28. My brother Hasan, excuse me
If the response falls short.

29. For I've shrouded my lute
Since sorrow cast its shadow.

30. So neither blond a blond
Nor strings when they're plucked.

31. So my soul is chilled
And face of life gloomy.

32. Does the lion grieve and complain
About it and the monkey gloat?

33. I won't ply the inkhorn
Crying “I'm a slave then!”

34. So neither the cannon if not
Confirmed by troops,

35. Nor the army with empty boasts
If the shackles are clasped tight,

36. Nor with honey and bee pollen will the purified
Attain glory.

37. So O earth take me and swallow
The army whole, O grave!

38. My brother Hasan, excuse me
If the response gets disrupted.

39. For you gifted me a precious necklace,
Beyond it necklaces pale.

40. So thank you and peace upon you,
And joy clasp your cheeks!