1. I remembered you, and remembrance doubles my sorrows,
So the tunes of tears sing in the cave of my heart,

2. Assailed by two ghosts - one ghost melts it with yearning,
And a ghost burning hot as the aridity of drought.

3. Separation was not created by the destiny of love
Except for the agony of the melancholic lover.

4. When the night calls me, I recall our intimate moments,
Me and the darkness like estrangement, and the breeze like reproach.

5. Embracing me like a child diffusing his shyness
Upon him the touches of safety and sweet hope.

6. So I melt away like a charm worn by one who journeys,
Brought close to the star of Polaris by my tresses.

7. Deprivation from you returns to me, so I take refuge
In your bosom, O my world, from your difficult estrangement.

8. And my tear imprisoned in my eyelids, shackled
By the might of a tyrant who holds back my weeping.

9. I appear happy with our meeting and my joy,
And I fear that after this loss will make me lose my mind.

10. I swim in my thoughts and my tears are swimming,
So you wake me like clouds passing in the morning.

11. And we leave as we came, dragging our chastity,
Teaching purity of love to the flowers and grass.

12. I remembered you when the caravan called its people,
And my tears in your saddlebag sweeter than my heart.

13. Dawn comes, confused, sleeping, its secret slumbering,
So I entrust to it the secret of my youth and love.

14. And I sip the cup of passion whose passion overcomes me,
Making me weep, fearing blame from my companions.

15. The caravan called me to glory but I could only
Moan a moan that cracked my ribs in my side.

16. The hand of separation shredded my fluttering hopes,
So my eyes weep for them with their moist pearls.

17. I remembered you and a sigh flowed with the night,
Its murmurs soften it so my Lord may have mercy on me.

18. The expanse of patience narrowed around me so I left it
To hurl me into its vast bosom.

19. In my chest dwells an ascetic monk
Who clamors with his complaints of distance and nearness.

20. For in distance is a fire whose embers melt the soul,
And in nearness the lies and slander wound.

21. The soothsayer treats him with medicine and charms
But wounds of the heart are not treated with medicine.

22. And how can one who made the scent of love his genius
Be shielded from harm by the brother of dust?

23. So oh Lord either relieve my heart of passion
For what I have tasted of it is enough for me.

24. Or a meeting whose purity is not spoiled
By the misfortunes of a time that never rested from warring against me.

25. For I am but a poet whose heart is empty
Of the ornaments of his world, and truest to passions.

26. And my love is a tragedy whose tears shake
The heedless heart of iron and unfeeling stone.

27. I sought purity of soul in the wine and passion
But my cup debased me and my love made me stray.