1. The blend has cleared, and I could not bear patience,
And I found the taste of their separation bitter,

2. And it is as if the rains after them
Are the washing of the meadows, green garments.

3. Do you remember, while you remember,
The Prophet's secret walk to you?

4. That they are heedless, he hastens to his need,
And when they see him, he makes the best excuse.

5. Clever, he performs what is said to him,
And adds to some of our talk magic.

6. She said to intimates who were alone with her,
And she wept, so her tears wet the bosom.

7. What is with him? He cut off the connection and did not
Allow a visit between us for a month.

8. If only he were in a gathering with us,
We would complain to him of the estrangement and separation.

9. Until I knocked on an adventure
That mounts swords and spears and arrows.

10. O night, how short it was!
I still thank fate after it.