1. Come now to the dwelling of the beloved and give greetings
And pitch your tent, for the caravan is not pitching

2. And say to she who my heart is enamoured with her love
Indeed for yearning after union my soul is the slain

3. And the ecstasy of love did not inspire this abode
With the meanings of ecstasy, every translator

4. Nor did my eyes behold a lodging I entered,
Nor a sanctuary, but that I shed my blood therein

5. Nor did those dwellings leave me a lesson
That my heart in tears pours itself out lamenting

6. And none drew this weeping save the chanting melody
To which every chant gives precedence in merit

7. The beguiling words in their tunes
From sweet drunkenness, the forbidden wines

8. So O fleeting vision that I have been bereft of
Your place in my heart, know your place!

9. Your person in my eye, your pleasure in my hand,
Your voice in my hearing, your memory on my lips

10. Gratifying you that a state has delighted you
My wakefulness, my misery, my excess of pain

11. And enough for she who weeps with ardent eyelids
That I make her weep with compressed eyelids

12. I endure the blackness of night sleepless
And meet the whiteness of dawn cheerless