1. The abodes are vacant of the traveling caravans,
So the faces of my hopes for that reason are dejected.

2. Longing robbed the bliss from their bodies,
And uprooted the first and last of what I hoped for.

3. I gave them half of my heart when they came near,
So now when they have turned away, the rest has turned away.

4. The remains ordered the sighs to join me
To the fire of melancholy, so they obeyed its commands.

5. Thus my heart quivers, and my mind is distraught,
And my eyes from me are sleepless.

6. And the lightning of passion is not subdued,
If it flashes, my tears flow copiously.