1. O garden of graceful branches in the east of Kadhimah
My heart has returned again and again to the remembrance of you

2. I pass by the caravan at Dhi Salam
If only I had not made you alternately homelands!

3. You preoccupied my eyes with tears and seared my breast
How then did you accustom them to love and passion?

4. I scent from you a breeze I do not recognize
I fancy the north wind blew through you myrrh

5. You resembled the most aromatic places in Yemen
With perfume, beauty, branches and sand dunes

6. If I were able, neither traveller nor dashing youth would visit you
I met you with a heart cleansed of the filth of passion

7. And desire made me twist and bend in longing for you
I took no cure for the wounds that pierced my liver

8. Nor did the healer of life give me a potion to drink
My friends say, wearied by my disturbance:

9. “He loved only a mortal, some of the sorrow was for a human's sake”
Where are the tents we used to take refuge in

10. By Al-Abraqayn? And where is the camp since it was struck?
I stir up no prey for myself after being apart from them

11. Nor did I shy from hill-tops or fawns there
You made me forget people when you reminded me of them

12. O you who guided me alternately to remembrance and forgetfulness!