1. The cup returns not to caress the breeze,
Nor are the seals of sorrows open, after me.

2. On a night when its full moon set away from me,
And the stars attacked it in the darkness.

3. Neither did the clouds trail their hems,
Nor did the vine clusters shower upon it.

4. I was absent but my passion was present by her,
The heart escorted it behind the veil.

5. Dusk came back pale
And the air smooth like a mirror.

6. If only my heart were let loose in the courtyard,
It would run to her in the tether of the breeze.

7. O night that breaks its glances
As if intoxicated with clouds.

8. How many nights like you I spent
While the gentle wind blows from the robe.

9. It almost speaks health
To the slender crescent when I visit it.

10. In a session whose sides
Are closeness of union and nearness of bliss.

11. It pours to me the cup from its potency
The whiteness of the tall, growing branch.

12. Beauty clung to its edges
So it leaned while the branches do not stand firm.

13. Honored if it argued
Its speech on the day of contention with opponents.

14. Where the sweetness of love flows
To the people until dreams take flight.

15. Affection wounds me in its distance
And when near the house, what a fine intimate!

16. The enemies made me abstain from its meadow,
And I crave water with lasting feud.

17. I threaten to revel in his land
And graze around that plenteous side.

18. If they prevent my thirst, then perhaps
The crows will prevent drinking from the water.

19. After they extended their claws
Upon hearts bleeding with wounds.

20. Each day some helps are taken from them,
That would offend the patience of the patient.

21. The prime of life revived a dwelling
Where our old time died for us.

22. Days when the meadow appears joyful
And we used to visit those hills and sculptures.

23. How often time dyed the shirt of the land
And the earth’s saliva returned pure white.

24. While time in our verses was a kitten,
Now it has become a roaring, blaming lion.

25. Days when we fling from our trysts,
Sparks that probe the abyss of nothingness.

26. It looks during our homelands,
For the rain of generosity upon barren hope.

27. I have intimacy with the edges of lightning but still,
I know not if I should frown at it or determination.

28. I fear the violence of its outburst,
And between us is the plateau of Rima.

29. I avoid its torrents and between us,
The cool breeze does not anger the she-camel.

30. And I never stopped roaming its homelands,
Yearning between the forenoon and afternoon.

31. I race in running to its quarter,
Taking the night wolf’s long howl and injustice.

32. Oh my religion, what burning longing wounds
The heart, counting the marks of the healthy!

33. Say to my critic of the debts of passion,
How excellent you are in requesting the repayment!

34. I resented a time whose nature
Kept causing me harm, the acts of the despicable.

35. I see that when the causes of sorrow abate,
It is more lenient than the temper of the miserable wretch.

36. And the closeness in love from our distance,
Is better than the closeness of enemies with discord.

37. My love is more generous than its discourse,
That it joins the rope without the benevolent.