1. The phantom of your image wandering past
Did not know that I toss on the embers of sorrow.

2. My vigilant critic gave me no respite -
Sleep comes not, nor does slumber depart.

3. O mother of Talha, though the abodes be near
And the star closer than the heedlessness of your people,

4. Do you remember me when the camel litters were struck
And the meeting place was active and your house bustling?

5. O Sara, you are forbidden to me, yet you are
Sweeter than the water of life and more pleasurable.

6. After your shade I have no resting place, so know
Indeed, without your water I have no drinking place.

7. O my friend, to you I complain of a friend
Whose stratagems failed and whose course grew narrow.

8. Pass by the object of desire; it is to me
At evening a desired object and beloved.

9. The spirits there engage my passions
And the gentle south wind embraces my fragrance.