1. Is there a cure for the pangs of love,
Or is there any ransom for the lover's anguish?

2. Why does my tear turn into fire,
From intense yearning though it's but water?

3. No life's left for one in love since
The two haboobs of fever blew,

4. It has saddened my heart, and no canal from it
Brought it any solace or drink,

5. As if when she walks, she's but a gazelle calf,
And when she appears, she's a shining full moon,

6. Some folks too proud to seek her say,
How could that be, when sorrow has given me pride?

7. I did not refrain from loving her, so question me,
And in love I have no pretensions,

8. I left my wealth to the singing damsels,
Let love do what it will.