1. O my companion, stop, let us both incline
Between the flags of coquetry and bending grace.

2. And call out to my heart, for I have lost it
By my own choice, between a horde and an enclosure.

3. Confronting the flock, so if he is a gallant
With the plump eyes, he will ransom me, and I will be.

4. Verily, whoever passed by their glances
Is weaker than whoever passed the length of the spear.

5. Eyes injure us and the visiting,
May God destroy visiting and eyes.

6. Then there was in Qubbah a stance,
That secured for longing an insured heart,

7. And a conversation that was from its sweetness
A lover listening to us, an ear.

8. They left me a body that complaining shows it
To them, and deprivation hides it.

9. Good imaginings of you visited,
Passing by the neighborhood, and did not greet us.

10. Miserly, the stinginess of the one who sent him.
Asked of the Nile, and it did not flow to us.

11. An excursion cut short by separation, and neither
Was shade worn, nor delight tasted.

12. My eyes have not seen, since I left you,
In the dwellings of the living, anything beautiful.