1. The passion was quenched, and the pillar revived,
Remembrance conveyed, and tears flowed.

2. Bliss took my heart away from me,
And clipped the wings of my passion.

3. O you who are stingy with consent, though my life
Is spent without account in it.

4. You have tormented my heart with estrangement, estrangement,
And your promise to me is like a mirage.

5. You have drowned me in the sea of passion
In which the lifetime of the loved ones passed away.

6. So let it make me happy that I am a martyr
Who attained the sweet wishes faultlessly.

7. If you unite me, unite a martyr without sin
You are of the maidens if you reach me.

8. To God belongs he who resolved with courage
For the sake of mentioning His name through him

9. Did sickness creep into his gaze?
Or the fire of my heart into its eyelids?

10. In his cheek the grace of swords,
And its sharpness between his eyelashes.

11. He allowed my soul as he wished,
God has gladdened him for attaining it.

12. I almost fell for abstaining
Because he has righteousness through it.

13. The breasts were straitened by his estrangement,
And of his state much was said and told.

14. My eyes for him are a copious spring of tears,
His face is the garden I walk through.

15. I sold my evenings short because of him
But my nights because of him are long.

16. Stillness from its wings is for the sea,
My tears of lament flowed to him.

17. As if my eyelids extended
What overflowed from the brook of purity.

18. I wished the straightness of his stature
Would heal those who are drawing their last breaths.

19. Or the softness in the skin of his cheek
Would seep into his heart so it would quiver.

20. My tears flow red from his distance
As the sun pursues the sunset.

21. A gazelle fearing the adversities,
From his glances, swords.

22. A full moon seeking amulets,
If he were to wear talismans.

23. My desirous one, be pleased or reproach,
I am pleased with you as adversary and judge.

24. Leave my love be, O you who blame,
His beauty does the work of sailors.

25. And unite me with Abu Bakr or estrange me,
I have no suggestions to him in passion.