1. The effort of the grieving when fate decrees adversity,
Is to repay his loved one for what he did.

2. And to shed tears abundantly from his eyes,
One who wept before us would suffice, if he had done so.

3. After losing hope, the lovers took
Those passions as paths leading to their solace.

4. Loss obliged the young man to grieve, so he wept,
And grief obliged patience afterward, so he endured.

5. I seek God's forgiveness as long as my tears are flowing
And my heart is preoccupied with sorrows.

6. My patience does not obey me to accompany it
In what has afflicted me, even if I had obeyed it.

7. A long night in which I go to sleep anxious,
The day you departed, trailing the fringes of your garment.

8. The day news reached me at dawn about my beloved,
So I was left with no sun in my eyes at morning.

9. My beloved who I love is in God's protection, he owes me a debt
In love that cannot be paid by flowing tears.

10. He left my eyes and entrusted to it
An image that appears but does not move.

11. So it continued expanding it with passion and expanding him
With copious tears flooding over it.

12. O pure affection, your lover was not faithful to you
Even if leaving you distressed my heart.

13.
Fate made you drink from its cups

14. A drink with which it filled me, or rather overwhelmed me.
I did not think that separation would afflict

15. What had been connected of our relationship.
And that I would lose you while composing poetry, and poetry

16. Does not fulfill your great right, by my life.
That the final time we were together before parting

17. Would be the last time between us.
And that my eyelids would be lined with tears after it,

18. From where your eyelids were, bringing decay to the kohl.
You neglected the joy of my days, no longer visiting,

19. While grief kept company with my insides, not leaving.
And grief melted my ribs because of you, kindling

20. A fire – if only I had found some comfort from it.
O God's mercy, reside atop a hill

21. At the foot of Lebanon, its slopes clothed by a mountain.
And O burden of the valley, be my neighbor, pilgrimaging

22. That honored moon there, though it has set.
By God, what he carried of wisdom and nobility,

23. And dwellings of knowledge whose springs were pure.
And of virtues that were exemplary in the world,

24. And of treasures of mysteries that if unleashed
Would be visited by all far and wide celebrating.

25. The pens wept grievously over losing him
Enough! For long they had flattered him.

26. And the pages wished, when he passed, that they had taken
The color of ink as a replacement for their hue.

27. And medicine was stricken by his death
For he was among those it cured when they complained.

28. O dweller in the corners of the sanctuary, reclusive!
The intimate did not expect to see you reclusive.

29. Leaving your house desolate, uninhabited,
When it could not accommodate guests or visitors.

30. And bequeathing every body sickness after you,
While I was more deserving to be cured of illness by you.

31. Fate wearied of schemes to protect you,
Though long you exhausted schemes against it.

32. So whom did you leave to quench their thirst when you were gone?
To whom did you leave an invalid, now pretending?

33.
And whom did you leave to perform noble deeds, consider,

34. When hands besides his were paralyzed?
And whom did you leave us after the son of Generosity

35. Who could elucidate an ambiguous meaning if it became complex?
I am the lover, but in describing you, I have

36. Fallen short – forgive me, for my heart is confused with grief.
I mentioned something, and if I had been faithful in it,

37. I would have prolonged it, but God knows best what I have neglected.
O beautiful Joseph, you have lodged in my liver

38. A wound from Jacob's heart that cannot be treated.
You have departed the captivity of this life

39. While my heart remains imprisoned in sorrows.
My soul be ransomed for you, O you I have been harmed for!

40. For after you, my soul did not remain whole.
I have exceeded what I possessed, enjoying a throne,

41. And my tears made a pact with dawn and dusk.
And I have never been faithful to this, though they dripped

42. Red, since through them I fell short of loyalty.
Woe to our union in the world followed

43. By separation, prolonged grief that cannot be severed.
Changing fortunes have blackened their faces,

44. And often before you they whitened sidelocks.
There is no reproaching the betrayal of fate, for in

45. The hands of tribulations there is a sword outpacing blame.
This is what every bond has come to fear,

46. So it remains anxious and timid with it.
And it does not know anything but decisiveness in its commitments,

47. Not even postponement, but sometimes delay.
I thought the land flourishing,

48. So when my eyes saw it, it was desolate.
And I thought we were its inhabitants, but

49. They hastened their steeds before alighting.
Evil is an abode with no stability,

50. Its residents find no joy or settlement.
Our fortune in it is only our loved ones,