1. O ruins of a palace where I yearn
The dawn has not shone with radiance upon it

2. It departed though my love had not departed
Surely the beloved is destined to be blamed

3. O how good is the fertile dwelling
With which an inimical dwelling has become fair

4. In its corners hopes have become pleasant
As if it were a pillar and protector

5. While we in its shade are all together
And the meadow of our hopes intimate

6. And to me by decree of love a kinsman
As if he were a gentle breeze

7. So today there is no vast expanse
To cover it, nor intimate friend to have mercy