1. Whatever burden of passion and its load you want,
Leave it be, and cease a distress that has no redress.

2. O you, my bliss, in bearing love’s burdens,
Seeking, in pretended elegance, aid in shouldering it.

3. Make lighter on yourself the affectation and take your ease;
The anguished is not like one who weeps for payment.

4. O you whose market is beauty guiding him
In loving the beloved of my heart instead of him.

5. A dictator gave him dominion over my heart’s submission;
The king of beauty diminished and debased it.

6. O bright full moon, be tender toward one of true affection
The branches were not stained had you not stained them.

7. So by the water of loveliness you reinforced its shelter,
And by the water of tears I was abased in shedding it.

8. Strive for me to live, content with you, and to expire;
And if with an eye it turns impossible, then the like of it.

9. I used to complain of some of your aloofness,
But now how, when I have been afflicted by all of it?

10. O halting place of separation, which had been
A standard for love’s stinging prior to it.

11. How many nights I spent in complaining,
Which stole upon my night the totality of its paths.

12. Estranging myself from this unjust age,
Drawing near to the son of Athir and his justice,

13. Until his sun dispelled the darkness of error from me,
And the events of time were hot in its shade.

14. Acquaint nobility banished from his door with him,
That you may have come with his kind and detachment.

15. The beneficent toward one whose time did him wrong
And whose homelands were estranged from his people.

16. In the branch is what is in its origin and more,
Like the bough endowed with what it yielded of fruits.

17. And the arrow — the archer who shoots it sends it;
So if it strikes a target, it is with its notch.