1. My heart has a yearning for the depths of the country,
Even if the horizons are blocked to me,

2. Perhaps I will be granted my wish, though wishes are misleading,
And nights, though preventing, are givers.

3. I spent a night in the garb of a dark night
In the valley of separation, while the blamers blamed,

4. Not a teardrop enclosed in an eyelid,
Which a file of lofty camels protected.

5. Were it not for its cold, I would say a white teardrop
Imprisoned, which tears did not set free,

6. Sweeter than the gifts of the carper who weakened me,
And the stars rose to the horizons.

7. After drinking water I see darkness in my heart,
To you, though I am of the water, a rebel.

8. And I am strongest when I am most greedy
If hopes and wishes belie you.