1. They departed, and yearning's anguish prevailed,
The day of parting is the lover's doomsday.

2. Their patience ran out, but they did not care,
Trusting my ever-flowing tears.

3. They set up the tent of patience when they embarked
Towards the hearts with gaze's spears.

4. Tell troubles that I now occupy Shuqurah,
Caring not for it or Abul Ishak.

5. I take refuge in Him who protected me from its harm,
If it seeks me, it has no power over me.

6. O Hamshakh's son, your Ibrahim
Revives the dead and kills despair.

7. O cupbearer, extend the cup of generosity for the land is full,
How can they be sober when you are the pourer?