1. She has a gaze, not even wine can claim to have done it
And I have an intoxication, unmatched even by drunkenness

2. It is the abode in my state, its nearness and distance
If it comes near, that is life, and if it distances, that is desolation

3. It makes me weep blood when I stay remembering it
And is not your name but a guest, hosted by thought?

4. As for the flowing blood, it is from the slaying of his heart
And the utmost hospitality for guests is slaying

5. O fate, not the one I fell for, nor my youth
Neither my cloak of youth remains, nor its abundance

6. Oh, if only my fate were like some of those who are gone
And woe to me, it is ended while fate has not ended

7. I will remain for the free ones a remnant from it
It is ugly for them, that no free man calls to it

8. Verily the greatest torment is separation, so weep for it
And verily, less than that is estrangement

9. I became distracted, so my description did not avail
So I have neither despair the day they are distant, nor patience

10. If they would change blame about me into intercession
To the one blamed, the matter would be made right

11. I see vows of separation, its promise pronounced
Upon me, when fate does not fulfill its vow

12. If only I had walked along the meadow of his beauty
A stream would have walked along from between his eyelids

13. They say tears have divulged their secret
But was there really a secret between you and I?

14. What fault for an eye that sees beauty as a meadow
When from the abundance of its tears, a drop flows?