1. How often I thirst for the watering place of union
Even if I am drowning in the sea of tears

2. We bid farewell to companions, one group of beloved ones
Whose loss grieves us, while hearts are a different group

3. There is no life in complaining, and what comfort is there
In what gladdens enemies and saddens a friend

4. And we lament, for every house according to its fate
With which elegy do we weep for carnelian, carnelian

5. The torrent of tears still flows in their quarters
Until we saw that tears had become a road

6. O dove of passion, as passion bears witness
I am more deserving to gather the branch than you, slight one

7. And how often it spent the night, and the warbling swooped in its branch
So it woke up faint in body, weak

8. Until we thought it was sick with love
And the lovers saw in it a passionate lover

9. When its bright-red foot beats
You'd think the branches of acacia were most wretched