1. I stayed up while the night became a dwelling for people,
So who will guide my drooping eyelids to slumber?

2. I watched over its stars until they set,
Then I lent my ear to the birds in their affectionate chirping.

3. Ask love about my soul and body,
For I see neither soul nor body for myself.

4. When I looked upon my limbs worn out,
I imagined their garments were shrouds over them.

5. O you whom my soul pampers,
How much humiliation and weakness do I endure for your sake!

6. Shed tears for my state, else my tears would have been blood
If you thought it was just something transient.

7. Many foolish men attacked me,
And said “You are the young man who is broken,” and I said “It is I.”

8. Do I fear anyone discovering the secret of passion
When I was created trustworthy of secrets?

9. Let your love wrap and unfold me,
And let your rejection fold its harsh side.

10. One like me does not care for the likes of them.
Whoever loved, the rough ship obeyed.

11. It is as if beauty has gathered in you,
So wherever my eyes looked, they saw beauty.

12. And if it is the way of lovers, then what is between us
Will always remain love’s sedition.

13. Ask your cheeks, “How many moons have you shamed?”
And ask your stature of bending branches, “How many branches?”

14. And how many hearts in love do people sell you for,
While you give no compensation nor price?

15. Why do you torture me by exacting payment from my heart
When neither I nor my heart ever wronged you?

16. Is not enough what time has made me bear
That I overcome in you longing and time?

17. You and I are like the exiled from a homeland -
Which land he saw he cannot forget his homeland.

18. In passion, no hope circled my heart
Unless you sent after it care and sadness.

19. May it bring you down today that I hold back my liver,
And it is pieces flowing here and there!

20. In my chest is something I do not recognize,
But the passionate call it yearning -

21. It pulses and my heart pounds from its tossing and turning
Until, when they mention her who stirred it, it rests.

22. Have you ever mourned for one whose anguish,
If he expressed at dawn, would make birds and branches weep?

23. Or have you one day accused us of some tryst,
Be it you keep secret or make public?

24. Or has my soul not cascaded down your hands,
And if I were buried, you would not have cared if I were buried?

25. Wretchedness is paired with his wretchedness -
However did he turn, misery followed him.