1. The body wastes away, O you who pine for love,
And sorrows have exceeded their limits.

2. Anguish has worn out my heart, and fire
Burns in its margins, its embers violent.

3. It continues to disturb the conscience, a matter
That has not yet endured its burning pain.

4. And the meanings that occur to my mind -
If they appeared, blame would befall them.

5. And my beloved still makes my estrangement
A course, while passion has its judgments.

6. O sharpness of the mounts and the night is dark,
And the wilds are covered by darkness.

7. Listen to me mention the beloved, for I
Am obsessed with my beloved and his mention.

8. And repeat and reiterate the mention to me,
For with my sickness, anxiety is eased for me.

9. And if you come to the abode of my beloved,
Convey my greetings and peace to him.