1. No, by Him towards Whose House the pilgrims direct themselves,
Between a shifting camp and a nearby fixed abode,

2. And the Stone and the Much-Kissed Corner where meet
Lips and a Veiled Sanctum,

3. No indeed, the place where you dwell
Is not in my heart after that, O beloved!

4. Nay, I found delight in you in the valley
Other than from food and drink,

5. I being the complainant when the distance grows great
Between us and the breathing space of the distressed one.