1. My heart recovered from Umm Al-Khunaif, and it would not
Have recovered except after a procrastinating eye.

2. So I became turned away from passion and love,
Rarely inclining, resting from obstacles.

3. Except for pouring tears whenever
A tear appeared to me or saddened me between mounts.

4. O riders of the noble horses, stop
The features of the steeds at the features of the abodes.

5. I ask when the homes were accustomed to settlement
Though they be mute, they inform the questioner.

6. Oh, would that I knew, will it return as we were accustomed
To nights we folded, folding the miles?

7. When the soul remembers it, it nearly
Leaks at the beginning of the pouring tears.

8. And I left Umm Talha after
My love for her chained my joints.

9. I am thirsty in a barren desert when I saw water yearning
While it was forbidden from its edges with barriers.

10. Were it not for my hope in the time's kindness I would not
When one of the calamities befell my soul.

11. Ask the eye from which sleep is long absent
Though it was little during a few nights.

12. I spent the night in the refuge of imagination, and beneath it
Are mattresses of rest and habit of night birds.

13. When the bird of worries saw the den of my eyelids,
It thought it a trap, fearing the snares.